Euripides, The Trojan Women
E. P. Coleridge, Ed.

οἴμοι κεφαλῆς, οἴμοι κροτάφων
πλευρῶν θ᾽, ὥς μοι πόθος εἱλίξαι
καὶ διαδοῦναι νῶτον ἄκανθάν τ᾽
εἰς ἀμφοτέρους τοίχους, μελέων
ἐπὶ τοὺς αἰεὶ δακρύων ἐλέγους.
120μοῦσα δὲ χαὕτη τοῖς δυστήνοις
ἄτας κελαδεῖν ἀχορεύτους.

O my head, my temples, my side! How I long to turn over, and lie now on this, now on that, to rest my back and spine, while ceaselessly my tearful wail ascends. [120] For even this is music to the wretched, to chant their cheerless dirge of sorrow.

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