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

How to eat food.

To drink from the cup

He had not been taught.

The woman opened her mouth and

Spoke to Enkidu:

"Eat food, O Enkidu,

The provender of life!

Drink the drink, the custom of the land!"

Enkidu ate food

Till he was satiated.

He drank the drink,

Seven goblets.

His spirit was eased.

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: