Chorus
[630] Divinely-born gods! Hear now as I pour forth libations for blessings upon our kindred. Never may the wanton lord of war, [635] insatiate of battle-cry, Ares, who reaps a human harvest in alien fields, destroy this Pelasgian land by fire; for they had compassion for us, [640] and cast a vote in our favor, respecting our pitiable flock, suppliants in the name of Zeus.
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