verum animo redit illa meo sors cognita divum (fabor enim nec spe dubios solabor inani): cum mihi Tartareas saevo clangore volucres protulit ira Iovis, vox haec simul excidit auris: ne vanas impende preces finemque malorum expete, Agenoride; pontum penetraverit ulla cum ratis et rapidi steterint in gurgite montes, tunc sperare modum poenae veniamque licebit. sic deus.
But to my mind returns the knowledge of that heavenly decree (for I will speak, nor in your perplexity solace you with empty hope): when Joves anger sent against me the fierce flapping of those Tartarean birds, there fell withal this voice from heaven: Waste not vain prayers, O son of Agenor, nor search out the ending of thy toils; only when a ship has penetrated the sea and the fleet mountains have stood fast in the flood, may you hope for pardon and the term of your punishment. So spake the god.
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