Chorus
O streams of tears that fell onto my cheeks, when my city was destroyed and the enemy forced me to sail, [1110] by their oars, by their spears! Purchased by gold, I came to a barbarian home, where I serve Agamemnon's daughter, [1115] the attendant maid of the deer-killing goddess, and the altars where no sheep are sacrificed; and I envy ruin that is wretched throughout, for when you are brought up in harsh necessity, you do not suffer. [1120] Misery changes; life is hard for mortals, when they are treated badly after happiness.