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 The gods are many about me; I am one.

She groans as men wrestling with heavier gods.

They rend me, they divide me, they destroy.

Or one labouring in travail of strange births.

They are strong, they are strong; I am broken, and these prevail.

The god is great against her; she will die.

Yea, but not now; for my heart too is great. I would I were not here in sight of the sun. But thou, speak all thou sawest, and I will die.