Yea, that its doom may come, I pray,
Ere I such nuptial couch ascend;—
Or other refuge is there, say,
From nuptial-bonds or other saviour friend?
Strophe III.
Lift to heaven the voice of wail,
Hymns and supplications sing;— 790
Prayers that may perchance avail
Rescue from the gods to wring.
View the conflict from the skies,
Great Father!—Violence behold
With righteous and not friendly eyes;
In dear regard do thou thy suppliants hold,—
Zeus, ruler of the earth, all-mighty king!
Antistrophe III.
For Ægyptos' haughty race,
Male of sex, a lawless brood,
Me, poor fugitive, still chase,
And with noiseful clamour rude,
Seek to capture. But thy beam 800
O'er all is poised,—Thou king supreme;
For say, to mortal men apart from thee,
Dread arbiter, what may accomplished be?
Chorus.
1st.Woe, woe! alas! ah me!
Lo the sea-robber nears the land.
2nd.Wrecked be the pirate ere his hand
