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“In time, this expedition
shall seize the city of Priam,
and Fate shall violently ravage
all the public store of cattle
130 before its towers.
Only may no jealous wrath original: "ἄγα" from the gods darken
the great army, the mighty bit forged for Troy.
For holy Artemis is moved to pity
135 and is full of indignation
against the winged hounds of her father,
for they make sacrifice of the wretched, timid hare,
her unborn young, before she has brought them forth;
and she hates the feast of the eagles.”
Sing the song of woe, the song of woe, but may the good prevail.
140 “Although, O Beauteous One, you are so gracious
to the tender whelps of fierce lions,
and to the suckling young of all wild beasts
that roam the field,
grant that the outcome be brought to pass to fulfill these signs,
145 auspicious yet fraught with blame.
And I call upon the Healer Paean Apollo,
that she may not raise adverse gales
to cause long and holding delays
150 for the Danaans,
by urging another sacrifice, lawless, unsuited for a feast,
a worker of family strife,
devoid of fear for a husband. For there abideth a terrible,
155 treacherous, back-turning housekeeper, a mindful wrath that exacteth vengeance for a child.”
Such things Calchas cried out with great good fortune