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But afterwards a spoil shalt thou become

By beauty and by wealth a fearful yoke.

A Lydian earthquake shall again despoil

Dreadful shall work a mournful overthrow

Be mother, but a nurse of beasts of prey.

But when from Italy shall come a man,

A spoiler, then, Laodicea, thou,

of a holy God sink down in ocean depths,

A royal race shall be formed. Truly now

Not for a long time shall Chalcedon be.

And there shall be a very bitter grief

Shall there a last but greatest evil come.

A message of the mighty God, and he

Opening a mouth impure, and fearful words

A very painful stroke, and terribly

Beneath a servile yoke, when the Galatians

The evil; and unto a foreign land

Of a strange tongue shall fall. How now may I

When now again a barbarous nation comes

Lawlessly; and unto a foreign land

A trembling of the knees. And there shall fly

A hundred, and one shall destroy them all;

And five shall rout a mighty company;

A servile yoke; and war and pestilence

Like brass and over all the earth a drought,

A much-distressing fire; and of all men

Escape thee. It is now a thousand years,

But until that time there shall be a race

And there shall be again a holy race

Conceal in clefts of rocks, when a young king,

And there shall come from Asia a great king,

A fiery eagle, who with foot and horse

Made with hands shall fall by a flame of fire.

A fearful judgment, and king shall seize king

Will be for cities--in a foreign land.

And then shall God send from the East a king,

Envy is not a good to wretched men.

And then shall God speak with a mighty voice

But with a senseless soul all hurried on

Shall be at once a shout of perishing men;

Shall be a shelter, as on all sides round

A wall of flaming fire. And they shall be

And a great store of bows and arrows barbed;

She be unmoved; a leopard from the lair,

Also from heaven a delightful drink

And then a kingdom over all mankind

Now tell I thee a sign exceeding clear,

A cloud of dust borne forth to all the earth,

Distilling from the rocks a sign shalt be;

And in the cloud shalt ye behold a war

That I'm a Sibyl, born of mother Circe

For when the world was deluged with a flood

Alone was left and in a wooden house

Through a month many-toned, from my great hall

For he has not for his abode a stone

Most dumb and toothless to a temple drawn,

Of immortals a dishonor very sore;

And tree and vine and oil. This God a whip

Who pours from hallowed mouth a truthful voice.

Shall other men, that love a shameless life,

Sea with a bursting deluge covered earth.

By a great earthquake shall throw many cities

And there shall come from Asia a great king

Bearing a spear, with ships innumerable,

Of lofty summit; him a fugitive

And Sicily the wretched shall a stream

Upon thc Persians shall a servile yoke

But from the west a great Italian war

A servile yoke and the Italians serve.

But thou, a city firmly set, again

A slavish fate; and there shall also come

A mighty king shall like a runaway slave

A mighty king shall like a runaway slave

Shall dash o'er Cyprus washed by many a wave.

Bearing a great spear, having marched across

No more a city when around their spears

And then on Scyros shall a pestilence

Shall a broad wave of the sea cover, thee

Shall by a bitter famine be destroyed,

But with a fondness for strange lack of sense

There shall be over all the world a fire

For Philip a dead body (not of Zeus,

And of a woman unenslaved who falls

But after a long time shall he transmit

And of a river the beloved name,

Of the number three. And then shall be a lord

A dreadful serpent breathing grievous war,

By one another. Then a great destroyer

Shall point out clearly. But from him a son,

A ruler, of the initial sign of four,

A life-destroyer. Then a reverend man

A life-destroyer. Then a reverend man

Three hundred, shall a Celtic mountaineer,

Shall hide a corpse. And after him shall rule

And unto him shall be the name of a sea;

And he shall be a man the best of all

Shall at a late time hold the royal power.

A long age, and the day of thy return . . .

For there shall come a Persian on thy dale,

A third part. But with nimble leap shall he