ANTISTROPHE III

Yea, come, that thou, O Lord, may'st hear the woes,

Woes new and strange, our lord has now endured;

For on us now has fallen

A dark and Stygian mist,

Since all the armed youth

Has perished utterly;

Speak, O Dareios, faultless father, speak.

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