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    The tavern-keeper Siduri who lives by the seashore,
    she lives...
    the pot-stand was made for her, the golden fermenting vat was made for her.
    She is covered with a veil ...
    Gilgamesh was roving about...
    wearing a skin,...
    having the flesh of the gods in his body,
    but sadness deep within him,
    looking like one who has been traveling a long distance.
    The tavern-keeper was gazing off into the distance,
    puzzling to herself, she said,
    wondering to herself:
    "That fellow is surely a murderer(!)!
    Where is he heading! ..."
    As soon as the tavern-keeper saw him, she bolted her door,
    bolted her gate, bolted the lock.
    But at her noise Gilgamesh pricked up his ears,
    lifted his chin (to look about) and then laid his eyes on her.
    Gilgamesh spoke to the tavern-keeper, saying:
    "Tavern-keeper, what have you seen that made you bolt
    your door,
    bolt your gate, bolt the lock!
    if you do not let me in I will break your door, and smash
    the lock!
    ... the wilderness."
    ... Gilgamesh
    The tavern-keeper Siduri who lives by the seashore,
    she lives...
    the pot-stand was made for her, the golden fermenting vat was made
    for her.
    She is covered with a veil ...
    Gilgamesh was roving about...
    wearing a skin,...
    having the flesh of the gods in his body,
    but sadness deep within him,
    looking like one who has been traveling a long distance.
    The tavern-keeper was gazing off into the distance,
    puzzling to herself, she said,
    wondering to herself:
    "That fellow is surely a murderer(!)!
    Where is he heading! ..."
    As soon as the tavern-keeper saw him, she bolted her door,
    bolted her gate, bolted the lock.
    But at her noise Gilgamesh pricked up his ears,
    lifted his chin (to look about) and then laid his eyes on her.
    Gilgamesh spoke to the tavern-keeper, saying:
    "Tavern-keeper, what have you seen that made you bolt
    your door,
    bolt your gate, bolt the lock!
    if you do not let me in I will break your door, and smash
    the lock!
    ... the wilderness."
    ... Gilgamesh
    ... gate
    Gilgamesh said to the tavern-keeper:
    "I am Gilgamesh, I killed the Guardian!

    I destroyed Humbaba who lived in the Cedar Forest,
    I slew lions in the mountain passes!
    I grappled with the Bull that came down from heaven, and
    killed him."
    The tavern-keeper spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
    "lf you are Gilgamesh, who killed the Guardian,
    who destroyed Humbaba who lived in the Cedar Forest,
    who slew lions in the mountain passes,
    who grappled with the Bull that came down from heaven, and
    killed him,
    why are your cheeks emaciated, your expression desolate!
    Why is your heart so wretched, your features so
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