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Erragal pulled out the mooring poles, forth went Ninurta and made the dikes overflow. The land shattered like a pot. All day long the South Wind blew, blowing fast, submerging the mountain in water, overwhelming the people like an attack. No one could see his fellow, they could not recognize each other in the torrent. The gods were frightened by the Flood, and retreated, ascending to the heaven of Anu. The gods were cowering like dogs, crouching by the outer wall. Ishtar shrieked like a woman in childbirth. Six days and seven nights came the wind and flood, the storm flattening the land. When the seventh day arrived, the storm was pounding, the flood was a war--struggling with itself like a woman writhing in labor. Tablet XI - The Story of the Flood The Epic of Gilgamesh (Kovacs Translation) *** Did I just open a post from a smart alec renovation blog with a selection from the Epic of Gilgamesh? Absolutely. Also the website I sourced it from had a header written in Comic Sans.