Chorus
Great were the woes—I see it now—that were set in motion when to the glen [275] of Ida Hermes, son of Maia and of Zeus, came and brought the goddesses three, lovely team beneath a lovely yoke, helmeted for the fray, the hateful strife for the prize of beauty, [280] to the shepherd-lodge, to the solitary young man who tended the sheep and to his lonely hearth and home.