Hymn LXX: To the Furies

Hear me, illustrious Furies, mighty nam'd,
Terrific pow'rs, for prudent counsel fam'd ;
Holy and pure, from Jove terrestrial born,
And Proserpine, whom lovely locks adorn :
Whose piercing sight with vision unconfin'd
Surveys the deeds of all the impious kind.
On Fate attendant, punishing the race
(With wrath severe) of deeds unjust and base.
Dark-colour'd queens, whose glittering eyes are bright
With dreadful, radiant, life-destroying light :
Eternal rulers, terrible and strong,
To whom revenge and tortures dire belong ;
Fateful, and horrid to the human sight,
With snaky tresses, wand'ring in the night :
Hither approach, and in these rites rejoice,
For ye I call with holy suppliant voice.