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O streams of tears that fell onto my cheeks, when my city was destroyed and the enemy forced me to sail,  by their oars, by their spears! Purchased by gold, I came to a barbarian home, where I serve Agamemnon's daughter,  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.  Misery changes; life is hard for mortals, when they are treated badly after happiness.