The courtesan tore her dress in two; with the one half she clothed him and with the other herself. Taking his hand into hers, as a child’s, she led him to the shepherds’ tents.

Bread was placed in front of him. He looked at it, puzzled,

Enkidu did not know what bread was,

He could only suck the wild beasts’ milk.

The courtesan, opening her mouth, said to Enkidu

“Eat some bread Enkidu, it is a staff of life,

Drink wine, it is the custom of the land”

Enkidu ate bread to the full, wine he drank seven times out of the jar,

He then became merry, his heart exulted and his face shone.

When rubbed with oil, he looked like a human being.

He dressed and then appeared like a mature man.

He took arms and fought against the wild beasts.

The old shepherds could rest at nights, Enkidu was their watchman