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O, bitter is this adverse fate!

I voice the moan with thee!

Smite, smite thy bosom, groan aloud for my calamity!

I mourn and am dissolved in tears!

Cry, beat thy breast amain!

O king, my heart is in thy woe!

Shriek, wail, and shriek again!

O agony!

A blackening blow—

A grievous stripe shall fall!