voces resolvit icta Pytho numine: Audite, gentes, Delii monitus dei: pietatem colite, vota superis reddite; patriam, parentes, natos, castas coniuges defendite armis, hostem ferro pellite; amicos sublevate, miseris parcite; bonis favete, subdolis ite obviam;.
Smitten by the divine spirit, the Pythian shrine breaks into words: Hearken, ye nations, unto the counsel of the Delian god. Cherish loyalty to God and kin, pay your vows to the gods on high; defend with arms your native land, your parents, your children, and your chaste wives, and drive off the enemy with the sword; give a helping hand to friends; spare those who are wretched; take the side of good men, and oppose the secret plotter;
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