|
|
[Uta-Napishtim Leaves the Ship.]
156. Then I brought out everything to the four winds and offered up
a sacrifice;
157. I poured out a libation on the peak of the mountain.
158. Seven by seven I set out the vessels,
159. Under them I piled reeds, cedarwood and myrtle (?).
160. The gods smelt the savour,
161. The gods smelt the sweet savour.
162. The gods gathered together like flies over him that sacrificed. |
|