|ETCSLtranslation : t.6.1.17|
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4-10. (cf. 6.1.22: ll. 203-206, 126.96.36.199: ll. 28-29, 188.8.131.52.1: ll. 12-13, 6.3.a: ll. 17-18) No one is tall enough to reach up and touch the heavens. No one is broad enough to lift his gaze over the whole earth. No one is strong enough even to stretch himself fully in his bed. But you (?), who roar like a storm -- may you establish yourself like a lion.
11-17. (cf. 6.1.09.a8, 184.108.40.206-12, 6.1.19.a1, 5.6.7: ll. 28-31) I was a youth -- now my personal god, and access to my protective deity, and my youthful vigour have all left my loins, like a run-away donkey. My black mountain has sprouted white gypsum. My mother ...... from the forest ...... has given me paralysed hands. My mongoose, which used to eat strong-smelling butter, can no longer stretch its neck even towards a jar of ghee.
21. A poor man staring into the soup.
4. ...... slave girl .......
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