with

Again with blood, as thou thyself before

And with iron teeth ye chewed it dreadfully.

Drunken with wine, now shalt thou be a slave

With purple robe, fierce, unjust, fiery;

An evil yoke, and her soil wet with rain

With a city, men and all, of the Earth-shaker

Undying fame with those who are to come.

Large mind and verses measured with great skill

Shall he have and be blended with two names,

Will open with his hands; but he himself

And Sidon's hurtful king with battle-din

And wives together with the noble brides

With one accord shall Hades bold in charge.

Shall burst out with hot water; and the earth

And Sicyon, with strong yells, and Corinth, thou

Shall every land behold thee black with smoke,

United with the sons of Dardanus

And well-made houses shall they burn with fire

With delicate feet; and they shall be bound fast

With fetters by their foes of foreign tongue,

Of men, with mighty groaning lifting up

The great God's temple with drink-offerings,

With sacrifices of fat bulls, choice rams,

With water cleanse, and honor only Him

And they have not base intercourse with boys,

And worshiped idols made with hands, which things

A fiery eagle, who with foot and horse

And fill all things with evils; he will cast

Made with hands shall fall by a flame of fire.

Killing some, others binding with strong oaths.

Of God the mighty. And with goodly wealth,

With gold and silver and purple ornament,

And then shall God speak with a mighty voice

With blood and every torrent fill the plain.

But with a senseless soul all hurried on

Of the perishing, and beasts be gorged with flesh.

Have wandered and with senseless soul we honor

Fallen on our faces, let its with our hymns

Supplied through all our land with arms of foes

Do thou not let an evil meet with thee.

With sweet springs of white milk; and of good things

And the stern rage of men he'll burn with fire.

Is angry with him who in these things sins.

Together, and with kids shall leopards graze;

Helpless on earth. With babes shall fall asleep

Serpents, along with asps, and do no harm;

For when the world was deluged with a flood

Sailed o'er the waters with the beasts and birds,

With fish, and land, and rivers, and the month

[Stone images and statues made with hands]

Polluted with the blood of living things

With jest and joke like babes in senselessness,

Sea with a bursting deluge covered earth.

But when the great Euphrates shall with blood

Bearing a spear, with ships innumerable,

But equally balanced is the strife with both.

Shall stand with walls that were in vain hopes built.

With thunders and earthquakes shall stop the din

And many for the throne with blood

Euphrates with his many myriads.

Girded with towers and very beautiful,

But gnashing with fury and destroying all

For former deeds and expiate with praise

But with a fondness for strange lack of sense

Receive all these things with an evil ear,

And greatest omen with sword and with trump

And greatest omen with sword and with trump

And all who sinned with impious hearts, even them,

Twice ten with the first letter of his name;

And then shall he smite Medians with his spear.

And sprinkle it with gore; but out of sight

Another man, with silver helmet decked;

The Thunderer shall himself with great voice cry:

And artful men, with blood and corpses. . . .

With countless numbers rushing to destruction.

Crowning her head with which she was by thee

A third part. But with nimble leap shall he

With evil earthquake and with bitter streams

With evil earthquake and with bitter streams

With his own wretched mother many men.

And of men stained with blood had he been formed.

He brought renown, while with those wicked men

For sorcery, adulteries were with thee

And lawless carnal intercourse with boys,

And mixed with burning fire inhabit thou

Thou shalt be filled up with the dead; in thee

Which thou aforetime with a shameless soul

Filled with much blood; for evil things

Together fear; for when with these the course

Which is ill thee; for when with pliant threads

Who once cut out the rock with ductile brass,

And first with sickle cleaving off the roots

The world's fair folds. In strife with us perhaps

When he spoke with fair word and holy lips,

With sacrifices of all kinds and prayers

With dumb months and dull lips. But all these things

And with his thunders and with lightning-flames

And with his thunders and with lightning-flames

And foolish Cyme with her inspired streams

With riches mixed, what thou hast longed to have