The storm could no longer be quieted.
For six days and nights
Wind, rain-storm, hurricane swept along;
When the seventh day arrived, the storm began to moderate,
Which had waged a contest like a great host.
The sea quieted down, wind and rain-storm ceased.
Parnapishtim then gazes at the destruction.
Bitterly weeping I looked at the sea,
For all mankind had been turned to clay.[970]
In place of dams, everything had become a marsh.