quid tua nunc Isis mihi, Delia, quid mihi prosunt illa tua totiens aera repulsa manu, quidve, pie dum sacra colis, pureque lavari te, memini, et puro secubuisse toro? nunc, dea, nunc succurre mihi (nam posse mederi picta docet templis multa tabella tuis) ut mea votivas persolvens Delia noctes ante sacras lino tecta fores sedeat bisque die resoluta comas tibi dicere laudes insignis turba debeat in Pharia.
What help is there now for me in thy Isis, Delia? what help in the bronze that was clashed so often in thy hands? Or what avails it that in thy dutiful observance of her rites, as I remember well, thou didst bathe in clean water and sleep apart in a clean bed? Now aid me, goddess, now'that thou canst heal saith a crowd of painted panels in thy temples'that my Delia may pay the nightly vigils of her vow, sitting all swathed in linen before thy holy door, and twice in the day be bound to chaunt thy praise with loosened tresses for all to mark amid the Pharian throng.
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