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    "title": "The Eighth Tablet: Of the Mourning of Gilgamish, and What Came of It",
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    "text": "## The Eighth Tablet: Of the Mourning of Gilgamish, and What Came of It\n\n\n\n#### THE EIGHTH TABLET.\n\n##### OF THE MOURNING OF GILGAMISH, AND WHAT CAME OF IT.\n\n 6(*The first Column is badly mutilated, and all we can glean from it is that \"as soon as something of morning has dawned,\" Gilgamish addressing Enkidu, compares him to a gazelle, and promises to glorify him. Then follows apparently a recital by Gilgamish of their exploits together, \"mountains *[*we ascended*,\n\n\n*we reach’d*]* the Forest of Cedars, *[*travelling*]* night and day . . . *[*with wild beasts *(*?*)]* drawing nigh after us.\" Enkidu is lying dying or dead, and Column II begins with Gilgamish keening over his dead friend before the Elders of Erech*):\n\n\"Unto me hearken, O Elders, to me, aye, me [shall ye listen],\n’Tis that I weep for my [comrade] Enkidu, bitterly crying\nLike to a wailing woman: my grip is [slack’d] on the curtleaxe\n5.(Slung at) my thigh, (and) the brand at my belt from my sight [is removed].\n(Aye, and) my festal attire [lends nought of its aid for] my pleasure,\nMe, me hath [sorrow] assailed, and [cast] me [down in affliction].\n\n________________________________\n\nComrade (and) henchman, who chased the wild ass 1, the pard of the desert,\nComrade (and) henchman, who chased the wild ass 1, the pard of the desert,\n10.Enkidu—we who all [haps] overcame, ascending [the mountains].\nCaptured the Heavenly Bull, and [destroy’d (him)]: we o’erthrew Humbaba,\nHe who [abode] in the Forest [of Cedars —O, what is this slumber\nNow hath o’ercome [thee], (for now) art thou dark, nor art able to hear [me]?\"\n15.      Natheless he raised not [his eyes, and] his heart, (when Gilgamish) felt (it),\nMade no beat.\n                                 Then he veil’d (his) friend like a bride ..\nLifted his voice like a lion . . . . . . . .\n[Roar’d] like a lioness robb’d of [her] whelps. In front of his [comrade]\n20.Paced he backwards and forwards, tearing and casting his ringlets(?),\nPlucking and casting away (all) the grace of his . . . .\n\n________________________________\n\nThen when something of morning had dawn’d, did Gilgamish . . . .\n\n(*Column II here breaks off. Column III begins with Gilgamish still mourning, telling his dead friend all he will do for him in the words of Shamash in the preceding tablet, so that we may supply the last two *(*?*)* lines of Column II as follow*):\n\n*Column II*.\n\n(*The Lament of Gilgamish*).\n\n49-50.\"[O, on a couch of great size will I, thy friend and thy brother,\n\n\n*Column III*.\n\n[Gilgamish, grant thee to lie], on [a handsome] couch [will I grant thee\nRest, and] to sit on [a throne of great size, a throne at (my) left hand],\nSo that the princes of Hades [may kiss thy feet (in their homage)];\nI, too, will make (all) [the people of Erech] lament in thy (honour),\n5.[Making them mourn thee], (and) damsels(and)heroes[constrain to thy service],\nWhile I myself for thy sake [will cause my body to carry]\n[Stains], (and) will put on the skin of a [lion 1, and range o’er the desert].\"\n\n________________________________\n\nThen when something of morning had dawn’d did [Gilgamish] . . . .\nLoosing his girdle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .\n\n(*Column IV has only five fragmentary lines at the end, mentioning \"to my friend,\" \"thy sword,\" \"likeness,\" and \"to the god Bibbu,\" i.e., a planet or Mercury. Column V has only a bare dozen fragmentary lines at the end*):\n\n*Column V*.\n\n43.\" . . . Judge of the Anunnaki 2 . . .\"\n\n(Then), when Gilgamish heard this, he form’d of the slaying a concept 3.\n\n________________________________\n\n45.(Then), with the dawn of the morning did Gilgamish fashion a . . .\nBrought out also a mighty platter of wood from the highlands 4.\nFill’d he with honey a bowl of (bright) ruby 5, a bowl (too) of azure,\nFill’d he with cream; (and) adorn’d he the . . ., and Shamash instructed ..\n\n(*One line lost at end of Column. Column VI is all lost*).\n\n#### Footnotes\n\n39:6 Assyrian Version.\n\n40:1 Text \"of the mountains.\"\n\n41:1 Or \"dog.\"\n\n41:2 Spirits of the earth over whom Enlil was lord.\n\n41:3 Or \"of a river,\" but improbable. It may be that he is imagining a design for a sculpture of the slaying of the Bull. The remainder of the text perhaps describes the funerary rites.\n\n41:4 *Elammaqu*.\n\n41:5 *Sandu*-stone.",
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