The debate between Grain and Sheep

Again Sheep answered Grain: "You, like holy Inana of heaven, love horses. When a banished enemy, a slave from the mountains or a labourer with a poor wife and small children comes, bound with his rope of one cubit, to the threshing-floor or is taken away from (?) the threshing-floor, when his cudgel pounds your face, pounds your mouth, like crushed xx your ears (?) xx, and you are xx around by the south wind and the north wind. The mortar xx. As if it were pumice (?) it makes your body into flour."