‘See, the hero who desireth life,
Sleep like a dark cloud hovereth over him.’
His wife then said to Pir-napištim the remote:
‘Touch him, and let him awake a man—
Let him return in health by the road that he came,
Let him return to his country by the great gate by which he came forth.’
Pir-napištim said to his wife:
‘The suffering of men hurteth thee.
Come, cook his food, set it by his head.’
And the day that he lay down in the enclosure of his ship,