Out upon it! Truly a great marvel is this that my eyes behold, a dread thing that I thought should never be brought to pass: the Trojans are making way against our ships, they that until now were like panic-stricken hinds that in the woodland become the prey of jackals and pards and wolves, as they wander vainly in their cowardice, nor is there any fight in them.
ὢ πόποι ἦ μέγα θαῦμα τόδ' ὀφθαλμοῖσιν ὁρῶμαι δεινόν , ὃ οὔ ποτ' ἔγωγε τελευτήσεσθαι ἔφασκον , Τρῶας ἐφ' ἡμετέρας ἰέναι νέας , οἳ τὸ πάρος περ φυζακινῇς ἐλάφοισιν ἐοίκεσαν , αἵ τε καθ' ὕλην θώων παρδαλίων τε λύκων τ' ἤϊα πέλονται αὔτως ἠλάσκουσαι ἀνάλκιδες , οὐ δ' ἔπι χάρμη · [0]
ὦ πόποι ἦ μέγας θαῦμα ὅδε ὀφθαλμός ὁράω δεινός , ὅς οὐ ποτέ ἐγώ τελευτάω φάσκω , Τρώς ἐπί ἡμέτερος εἶμι νέα , ὅς ὁ πάρος πέρ φυζακινός ἔλαφος εἴκω1 , ὅς τε κατά ὕλη θώς πάρδαλις τε λύκος τε ἤια πέλω αὔτως ἠλάσκω ἄναλκις , οὐ δέ ἐπί χάρμη ·