Day 981 #MyCuneiformTablets
from Nungal A
That man in(?) the “house of the woman"(?) is something that is cared for(?)
In(?) the dust of my(!?) house his “true"(?) garment ...
The young man has not ... his god
My house (brings) the sky/god(?) (down for the man) as if seized by liquor (i.e., drunk?)
Snakes and scorpions have filled the darkened house with stunned silence
His spouse has laid the warp (for) the garment(?), (she and the other weavers?) are to serve him(?)
Nungal, the lady of the prison
Praise!
