A praise poem of Šulgi (Šulgi E)

xx riches, or bronze and silver vessels. May the creatures of his Land reach out for what is left over and not distributed. Famine xx. May he have to pay two shekels in his city for one sila of barley. May the people wield the hoe xx. Let that man be unable to touch the drinks and foods of his palace. May xx the great sin xx. Nanna, the king of Urim, shall clamp those who look upon the balaĝ and the sim, and who touch or look at xx bread. Their lives xx death xx. [5 lines unclear or missing] xx gold xx. May a scoundrel be judge over the population of the city, and be his superior.