Now look you, in good truth a god is utterly bringing to nothing the counsels of our battle, in that he has cast the bow from my hand, and has broken the newly-twisted string that I bound fast this morning that it might avail to bear the arrows that should leap thick and fast done in.
ὢ πόποι ἦ δὴ πάγχυ μάχης ἐπὶ μήδεα κείρει δαίμων ἡμετέρης , ὅ τέ μοι βιὸν ἔκβαλε χειρός , νευρὴν δ' ἐξέρρηξε νεόστροφον , ἣν ἐνέδησα πρώϊον , ὄφρ' ἀνέχοιτο θαμὰ θρῴσκοντας ὀϊστούς .
ὦ πόποι ἦ δή πάγχυ μάχη ἐπί μῆδος1 κείρω δαίμων ἡμέτερος , ὁ τε ἐγώ βιός ἐκβάλλω χείρ , νευρή δέ ἐκρήγνυμι νεόστροφος , ὅς ἐνδέω πρώιος , ὄφρα ἀνέχω θαμά θρῴσκω ὀιστός .