| Falling upon mankind like a …… bird of grief, a namtar demon with no hands or feet, suited (?) to the night, prowling at night like a namtar demon, ……, shaped like a …… -- you, hero Šul-pa-e, are the lord of orchards and gardens, plantations and green reedbeds, of the quadrupeds of the wide high desert, of the animals, the living creatures of the plains. An, king of the gods, has put them in your hands; he has put them in your hands, and you are their lord. Hero Šul-pa-e, they cannot escape your clutches.
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