Six of the loaves are hard and stale, only the seventh is today’s loaf, still soft, and moist, and ready for you to eat.” ![]() They are the number of days you slept - seven in all. Gilgamesh stretched out his great arms with a yawn and said, “OHHH! I must have nodded off for a moment.”īut Utnapishtim told him: “Count the loaves. Six of them were hard and stale, and only the seventh was fresh. When the king finally awoke, after a week of sleep, seven loaves of bread were waiting by his head. After Gilgamesh had slept for a whole day and night, she left a loaf of bread by his head, and then he slept for another night and day, and even after that he slept on, and on, sometimes snoring like thunder. If he does not awake to eat it, do not take it away, even though it might be hard and stale, but leave it there, and the next day bake a fresh one.”Īnd the wife of Utnapishtim did as he suggested. Every morning bake a loaf of bread for his breakfast, and leave it by his resting head. “Let us keep count of how many days he sleeps. ![]() Gilgamesh’s eyes were now closed and his chin was sinking to his chest.
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