First Semi-Chorus
Singing.
Henceforth it is to me that mortals must address
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their sacrifices and their prayers. Nothing escapes my sight nor my might. My glance embraces the universe, I preserve the fruit in the flower by destroying the thousand kinds of voracious insects the soil produces, which attack the trees
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and feed on the germ when it has scarcely formed in the calyx; I destroy those who ravage the balmy terrace gardens like a deadly plague;
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all these gnawing crawling creatures perish beneath the lash of my wing.