Once when I prayed thee before, thou gavest me all my petition,
Gavest me honour, and greatly afflicted the host of Achaia;
Even so now too, Zeus, fulfil my prayer and petition;
I am myself staying here, alone in the midst of my vessels.
But I am sending my friend, and the Myrmidon people about him,
Into the battle: O Zeus, Wide-Seër, accord to him honour,
Strengthen, embolden the heart in his breast; that Hector to-day may
See whether my companion has skill of his own for the battle,
Or is invincible only, when I too enter the onset.
And when the might of his hand shall have driven the war from the galleys,