But Enkidu
understood
not.
Epic of Gilgamesh
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COL. III
Milk of the cattle
he drank.
Food they placed before him.
He broke bread [58]
gazing and looking.
But Enkidu understood not.
Bread to eat,
beer to drink,
he had not been taught.
The hierodule opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
It is the conformity of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land. "
Enkidu ate bread,
until he was satiated.
Beer he drank
seven _times_(? ).
His thoughts became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
His heart became joyful,
and his face glowed.
He stroked. . . . . . .
(About two lines broken away. )
COL. III
Milk of the cattle
he drank.
Food they placed before him.
He broke bread [58]
gazing and looking.
But Enkidu understood not.
Bread to eat,
beer to drink,
he had not been taught.
The hierodule opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
It is the conformity of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land. "
Enkidu ate bread,
until he was satiated.
Beer he drank
seven _times_(? ).
His thoughts became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
His heart became joyful,
and his face glowed.
He stroked. . . . . . .
