In Praise of Enlil, he who from which in heaven all destiny is determined, sing to me of high-towered Ubaid, and of the murderer, the man-slaying Manu-Sudra. O God, tell of the madness that would seap into him, that madness that would throw many a sumerian and elamite alike into the house of erishkigal, the house in which no man returns.
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