[7]. “The bodies all | with my own hands then
I decked for the grave, | and the dead I buried;
A half-year brought me | this to bear;
And no one came | to comfort me.
[a]8]. “Then bound I was, | and taken in war,
A sorrow yet | in the same half-year;
They bade me deck | and bind the shoes
Of the wife of the monarch | every morn.
[9]. “In jealous rage | her wrath she spake,
And beat me oft | with heavy blows; [[415]]