in

Not in the warring companies stretched out,

But struck in Rome's plain by the two-edged brass.

But he himself shall in mid breast receive

Craftily, by a friend, in hallowed house

But he shall rule few; for in Hades' halls

In all the cities, watching o'er the world

And a participant in lawful things,

In many wise things skilled, and he shall have

In memory of his father; and forthwith

Shall shoot up like ears in the Roman wars;

Save men in brazen armor and distress;

For God who is in heaven and hears all things

Who with two tens in his name, born a king

And be the best in mighty arms and have

The greatest fame in chase and horsemanship;

But he shall live in peril all alone.

Then in the plain of Rome, so that a man

And weakly, shall come in the marriage-bed

And then, in helpless loneliness concealed,

Shall in a bath-room suffer evil plight,

Of Ares many in Palladian halls

Shall in thy houses pour out blood, shall make

Thy race a widow, having in his name

A widow of thee in a little time,

And in confusion many a horse and man

Shall, cleft by force of hands, fall in the plain.

The sign of his name in the number ten;

Utterly spoil him in the Assyrian fields.

A man skilled in fraud, full of various wiles,

But there is much contrivance in his heart,

And violent in war, who shall destroy

Bringing in broils around him he shall flee

In the bosom of the army; but the one

Him even dead shall people tear in pieces.

In the hands of Ares; and the lot of men

What things I say; for thou art in me he

Insatiate in war and leading on

In the ranks smitten by the gleaming iron.

Five hundred. But when these in wars shall rule,

Then, having misled, he will tear in pieces

Of haughty kings in wars, and Syrians

So also are the Persians in that day

Of the Italians, in the plain of Nile

Shall hold in numbers of revolving time,

Ruling hours as with them in heaven appear

Versed in war, coming from the Dacians

In the ranks smitten by the gleaming iron;

And anarchy in cities suddenly;

In which the living uttering o'er the dead

I weep in sorrow; for to thee shall come

In a bad way. O wretched Antioch,

Shall in the toil of Ares yet again

But when two chiefs, men swift in war, shall rule

Insatiate kings fearful in wickedness,

Them God imperishable who dwells in heaven

Trusting in his own might, thick-haired and grim,

Shepherds in pieces, and no victory

Young dogs shall meet in conflict; for a dog

In his might, and named with four syllables,

Shall great peace be in the world and to all

The people law and right; but them in turn

For all these things shall in the ashes lie,

But when there comes a great wolf in thy plains,

Cruel, who gold and silver in much fire

Shall melt in statues of gods made with hands,

And in like manner, striving eagerly

Shall rush in conflict for the royal power.

Ah, hapless Tyrians, ye shall gather in

An evil harvest; when in the day-time

Confiding in great armies, whom mankind

And in Propontis and in Phrygia

And in Propontis and in Phrygia

In defense of the seven-hill city Rome,

But they shall fall in wars, slain by strong Ares

In behalf of the war for the Italians.

But thereupon shall Nilus, rich in corn,

The Assyrians and the Persians firm in war.

And silver and ivory in order raised;

And in her many people shall abide

In turn receive him in a boundless isle.

In turn receive him in a boundless isle.

And then too in horse-feeding Scythia

Shall die in his own lot unloosing life.

Shall fear in wars. And between Colchians

And they will tear in pieces his dead corpse.

Shall from heaven in the south and north appear.

The alphabet, when in the halls of Hades

The manly king in his own lot shall go.

But when the son of this man in the land

Retain at home and in command of Rome,

But being tyrants. And in all the world

And silver and ivory, and in the world

Thou shalt in thy possessions foremost be,

Also in temples, market-places, wealth,

Bear in its lap the soul-distressing wrath

Shall men in brazen breastplate utterly

Trusting in false oaths ye shall be destroyed.

Men rushing not in order furious on,

In their blood. . . . Therefore thrice

And they themselves are fenced in, falling one