Col. III

Milk of the cattle He was accustomed to suck. Food they placed before him, He broke (it) off and looked And gazed. Enkidu had not known To eat food. To drink wine He had not been taught. The woman opened her mouth and Spoke to Enkidu: "Eat food, O Enkidu, The provender of life! Drink wine, the custom of the land!" Enkidu ate food Till he was satiated. Wine he drank, Seven goblets. His spirit was loosened, he became hilarious. His heart became glad and His face shone. [The barber(?)] removed The hair on his body. He was anointed with oil. He became manlike. He put on a garment, He was like a man. He took his weapon; Lions he attacked, (so that) the night shepherds could rest. He plunged the dagger; Lions he overcame. The great [shepherds] lay down; Enkidu was their protector. The strong man, The unique hero, To [the shepherds(?)] he speaks: