Tears in vain my cheek shall furrow,
Words in vain shall voice my sorrow!
As in a spider’s web thou liest;
Godless meshes spread for thee,
An unworthy death thou diest.
ANTISTROPHE VI.
Chorus.
There, even there, thou liest, woe’s me, outstretched
On couch inglorious!
O’er thee the knife prevailed, keen-edged, by damned
Deceit victorious.