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Lovely is the labor, o Phoebus, I carry out for you before your house,  honoring your prophetic shrine; glorious my labor, to be a slave for gods, not mortal but immortal; I do not tire  of laboring over my auspicious work. Phoebus is a father to me; I praise the one who feeds me; the name of father, beneficial to me, I give to  Phoebus who rules this temple. O Paean, O Paean, may you be fortunate, child of Leto!