Chorus
Pallas, Zeus-born power delighting in battle, prove yourself the savior of the city!
[130]
And you, lord of steeds, ruler of the deep, Poseidon, with your fish-striking weapon grant us release from our fears, grant us release!
[135] You too, Ares—pity us!—guard the city named for Cadmus and make evident your closeness1 to us! [140] And Cypris, you who are the first mother of our race, defend us who are sprung from your blood. We come to you, crying out in prayers for your divine ears.
[145] And you, Apollo, lord of the Wolf,2 be a wolf to the enemy force and give them groan for groan!
You too, maiden child of Leto, ready your bow!