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And universal mother earth, I call ye 100 (90)
And the all-seeing sun to look on me,
What I, a god, endure from other gods.
Yea, see racked with what tormentings
I must wrestle through time told by thousands of years,
For the new king of gods hath contrived for me 105 (96)
Bondage thus shameful.
Woe, woe! for the pain that is on me now
I groan, and I groan for the coming pain—
Where will the end ta this evil break
Like the dawn of a star in heaven? 110 (100)
But yet what say I? For I throughly know
All coming things, and no ill breaks on me
With strangeness. It behoves me that I bear
That which is doomed in patience, since I know
The might of Fate to be invincible. 115 (105)
Yet can I not find in me, or to keep
Silence on this my lot, or not to keep.
For when I gave my gift to men, myself,
Unhappy, thralled myself into this doom.
For I made booty of the fount of fire— 120 (109)
Hid it within a fennel stalk—which since
