On spot seen far and near,
They with their talons tear
A pregnant hare with all her unborn young,
All her life's course in death's deep darkness flung.
Oh raise the bitter cry, the bitter wail;
Yet pray that good prevail!
Antistrophe I
And then the host's wise seer
Stood gazing on the Atreidæ standing near,
Of diverse mood, and knew