So spoke he, and went back again, a god into the toil of men. But the soul of Hector was darkly clouded with dread sorrow,
ὣς εἰπὼν ὃ μὲν αὖτις ἔβη θεὸς ἂμ πόνον ἀνδρῶν , Ἕκτορα δ' αἰνὸν ἄχος πύκασε φρένας ἀμφὶ μελαίνας ·
ὡς εἶπον ὁ μέν αὖθις βαίνω θεός ἀνά πόνος ἀνήρ , Ἕκτωρ δέ αἰνός ἄχος πυκάζω φρήν ἀμφί μέλας ·