By thy power supported, with thee has she fallen,
Our country and Hector united in doom.
Now turn to another the tide of your mourning;130
Let Priam receive his due meed of your tears.
Chorus: Receive our lamentings, O Phrygia's ruler;
We weep for thy death, who wast twice overcome.
Naught once did Troy suffer while thou didst rule o'er her:
Twice fell her proud walls from the blows of the Grecians,135
And twice was she pierced by great Hercules' darts.
Now all of our Hecuba's offspring have perished,