with no man for companion in the days to come, and waste away. I can no longer bring food to my home, nolonger gain it by the winged weapons held in my strong hands. But the unsuspected and stealthy fictions of a treacherous mind deceived me. If only I could watch him, the contriver of this plot, doomed to endure my anguish for as long a time!ChorusDoom, god-sent doom constrained you to suffer this, not, I tell you, any treachery to which my hand was lent.Aim your hate-filled, baneful curse elsewhere, since I prefer that you not reject my friendship.