Nay, it is the ruthless Achilles, O you gods, that you are fain to help, him whose mind is in no way right, neither the purpose in his breast one that may be bent; but his heart is set on cruelty, even as a lion that at the bidding of his great might and lordly spirit goes forth against the flocks of men to win him a feast;
ἀλλ' ὀλοῷ Ἀχιλῆϊ θεοὶ βούλεσθ' ἐπαρήγειν , ᾧ οὔ τ' ἂρ φρένες εἰσὶν ἐναίσιμοι οὔ τε νόημα γναμπτὸν ἐνὶ στήθεσσι , λέων δ' ὣς ἄγρια οἶδεν , ὅς τ' ἐπεὶ ἂρ μεγάλῃ τε βίῃ καὶ ἀγήνορι θυμῷ εἴξας εἶσ' ἐπὶ μῆλα βροτῶν ἵνα δαῖτα λάβῃσιν · [0]
ἀλλά ὀλοός Ἀχιλλεύς θεός βούλομαι ἐπαρήγω , ὅς οὐ τε ἄρα φρήν εἰμί ἐναίσιμος οὐ τε νόημα γναμπτός ἐν στῆθος , λέων δέ ὡς ἄγριος εἴδω , ὅς τε ἐπεί ἄρα μέγας τε βία καί ἀγήνωρ θυμός εἴκω εἶμι ἐπί μῆλον1 βροτός ἵνα δαίς1 λαμβάνω ·