SEE SITCHIN’S EARTH CHRONICLES, ETC.:
(Texts: All Artifacts, Color Coding, & Writings in Bold Type With Italics Inside Parenthesis, are Added by Editor R. Brown, not the Authors, Translators, or Publishers!)
(gods in blue …mixed-breed demigods in teal…)
“Slim, black-haired Ningal of eyes darker than a moonless night
was quiet only in appearance,
because inwards she had a deep, sensual, vibrant intensity
and gift to unveil the language of the Unknown revealed in images,
age-old legends, poetry and most of all, in dreams.
She was naturally spontaneous yet reserved in many ways.
Dream interpretation was her gift,…”
Ningal, who appealed to Enlil as well as to his spouse Ninlil, the mother of Sin:
“To the place of decision he called Ningal,
Suen (Sin / Nannar) invited her to approach.
A favorable decision she asked of the father…
Enlil weighed (her words)…
Before the mother she (pleaded)…
‘Remember the children,’ she said (to Ninlil)…
The mother quickly embraced him…
She said to Enlil:…
‘Follow your heart’s desire’…”
While the appeals were made, Ningal recalled in her long poem,
“the storm was ever breaking forward, its howling overpowering all.
Although of the day I still tremble, of that day’s foul smell we did not flee…”
As night came, “a bitter lament was raised” in Ur, yet the god and goddess stayed on…and Ningal realized that Nannar
“had been overtaken by the evil storm…”
…Only next day, when
“the storm was carried off from the city
Ningal, in order to go from her city…
hastily put on a garment,…”
and together with the stricken Nannar departed from the city they so loved. As they were leaving they saw death and desolation:
“the people, like potsherds, filled the city’s streets;
in its lofty gates, where they were wont to promenade,
dead bodies were laying about;
in its boulevards, where the feasts were celebrated, scattered they lay;
In all of its streets, where they were wont to promenade,
dead bodies were laying about;
in its places where the land’s festivities took place,
the people lay in heaps.…
The dead bodies, like fat placed in the sun, of themselves melted away...”
Then did Ningal raise her lamentation for Ur…
“O house of Sin in Ur, bitter is thy desolation…
O Ningal whose land has perished, make thy heart like water!
The city has become a strange city, how can one now exist?
The house has become a house of tears, it makes my heart like water…
Ur and its temples have been given over to the wind…”
“On the banks of the Tigris and Euphrates, only sickly plants grew…
In the swamps grow sickly-headed reeds that rot in the stench…
In the orchards and gardens there is no new growth, quickly they waste away…
The cultivated fields are not hied, no seeds are planted in the soil,
no songs resound in the fields…”
In the countryside the animals were also affected:
“On the steppe, cattle large and small became scarce,
all living creatures came to an end.
The sheepfolds have been delivered to the wind..
The hum of the turning churn resounds not in the sheepfold…
The stalls provide not fat and cheese…
Ninurta has emptied Sumer of milk…”
“The storm crushed the land, wiped out everything;
it roared like a great wind over the land, none could escape it;
desolating the cities, desolating the houses…
No one treads the highways, no one seeks out the roads…”
The desolation of Sumer was complete.
Another lamentation about Ur’s demise was written by Nanna and Ningal themselves:
“Nanna, who loved his city, departed from the city…”
Sin, who loved Ur,
“no longer stayed in his house…”
Ningal…fleeing her city through enemy territory,
“hastily put on a garment, departed from her House…”
The Year of Doom (nuclear holocaust)–2024 B.C.–was the sixth year of reign of Ibbi-Sin, the last king of Ur…