Chorus
Singing.
Man, your words have [540] made my heart bleed; I have groaned over the treachery of our fathers, who knew not how to transmit to us the high rank they held from their forefathers. But 'tis a benevolent Genius, a happy Fate, that sends you to us; [545] you shall be our deliverer and I place the destiny of my little ones and my own in your hands with every confidence.