To those Atreidæ, guardians of our house.

Strophe II

Chor. My child, my child, the mighty jaws of fire[[422]]

Bind not the mood and spirit of the dead!

But e'en when that is past he shows his wrath.

When he that dies is wailed,

The murderer stands revealed:

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The righteous cry for parents that begat,

To fullest utterance roused,