and many times I lay my hands upon my Sidonian veil and tear its linen fabric to shreds.
 Chorus 
 Sacrifices in satisfaction of vows are given freely to the gods when all fares well, if only there be escape from death. Alas, alas, perplexing troubles! Where will this wave of trouble bear me away?
 Chorus 
 I invoke Apia ’s hilly land—for well, O land, you understand my barbarous speech—, and many times I lay my hands upon my Sidonian veil and tear its linen fabric to shreds.