Chorus
O streams of tears that fell onto my cheeks, when my city was destroyed and the enemy forced me to sail,
[1110]
by their oars, by their spears! Purchased by gold, I came to a barbarian home, where I serve Agamemnon's daughter,
[1115]
the attendant maid of the deer-killing goddess, and the altars where no sheep are sacrificed; and I envy ruin that is wretched throughout, for when you are brought up in harsh necessity, you do not suffer.
[1120]
Misery changes; life is hard for mortals, when they are treated badly after happiness.