My living well-spring in the wilderness!

Oh, it is joy, the waiting time is past!

Thus, King, I greet thee home. No god need grudge—

Sure we have suffered in time past enough—

This one day’s triumph.[[14]]

At this point she seeks relief in action from the stress of emotion:

Light thee, sweet my husband

From this high seat: yet set not on bare earth

Thy foot, great King, the foot that trampled Troy!

Ho thralls, why tarry ye, whose task is set