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The attendants of the goddess take up the lament.
Behold a rivalry in sorrow! woe takes up the tale of woe; the hands of servants make an echo. Come, you who join the mourners' wail, come, O sympathetic band,  to join the dance, which Hades honors; let the white nail be stained red, as it rends your cheeks, let your skin be streaked with gore; for honors rendered to the dead are an ornament to the living.