There Patroclus made him lie at length, and with a knife cut from his thigh the sharp-piercing arrow, and from the wound washed the black blood with warm water, and upon it cast a bitter root, when he had rubbed it between his hands, a root that slays pain, which stayed all his pangs;
ἔνθά μιν ἐκτανύσας ἐκ μηροῦ τάμνε μαχαίρῃ ὀξὺ βέλος περιπευκές , ἀπ' αὐτοῦ δ' αἷμα κελαινὸν νίζ' ὕδατι λιαρῷ , ἐπὶ δὲ ῥίζαν βάλε πικρὴν χερσὶ διατρίψας ὀδυνήφατον , ἥ οἱ ἁπάσας ἔσχ' ὀδύνας ·
ἔνθα μιν ἐκτανύω ἐκ μηρός τέμνω μάχαιρα ὀξύς βέλος περιπευκής , ἀπό αὐτός δέ αἷμα κελαινός νίζω ὕδωρ λιαρός , ἐπί δέ ῥίζα βάλλω πικρός χείρ διατρίβω ὀδυνήφατος , ὅς ἕ ἅπας ἔχω ὀδύνη ·