da fessis in rebus opem, seu turbidus amnis, seu tibi foeda palus; nihil hac in sorte pudendum, nil humile est; tu nunc Ventis pluvioque rogaris pro Iove, tu refugas vires et pectora bellis exanimata reple: sic hoc tibi sidere dextro crescat onus.
Aid us in our sorry case, whether you have a muddy river or a foul swamp. In our plight nothing is shameful, nothing is mean. To you we now appeal in lieu of Winds and rainy Jupiter. Do you replenish our fleeing powers and hearts listless for war. So may this burden grow for you under a favouring star.
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