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. . . . . . .
and the harlot . . . . . after him.
He entered into the midst of Erech of the wide places.
The artisans gathered about him.
And as he stood in the street
of Erech of the wide places,
the people assembled
disputing round about him:--
"How is he become like Gilgamish suddenly?
In form he is shorter.
In . . . . . . . . he is made powerful.


Milk of the cattle
he drank.
Continually in the midst of Erech weapons
the heroes purified.
A project was instituted.
Unto the hero whose countenance was turned away,
unto Gilgamish like a god
he became for him a fellow.
For Ishara a couch
was laid.