Chorus
Now it is as if a sea of evils pushes its swell onward. As one wave sinks, the sea raises up another, [760] triple-crested, which crashes around the city's stern. In between a narrow defense stretches—no wider than a wall. I fear that the city will be overthrown along with its kings. [765]
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