Who constantly laid out before thee rich foods (?),
Daily slaughtering for thee suckling kids,
Thou smotest him and changedst him to a jackal,
His own shepherd-boy drove him away,
And his dogs bit his limbs.
Thou lovedst also Išullanu, thy father's gardener,
Who constantly transmitted (?) thy provisions (?),
Daily making thy dishes bright.
Thou raisedst thine eyes to him, and preparedst food.
‘My Išullanu, divide the food, let us eat,