tum vultus, modo non parvo sudore madentes, nunc laetos Iovis aspectant: da, summe deorum, da, pater, ut sacro Libys inter proelia telo concidat: haud alia potis est occumbere dextra.
Then they looked at Jupiters face,a cheerful now though bathed in sweat a little while ago: O supreme Father of the gods, they prayed, grant that Hannibal may be slain in battle by a bolt from heaven. No other hand has power to destroy him.
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