ut, cum saeva fretis immisit proelia, Caurus Isthmon curvata sublime superiacit unda et, spumante ruens per saxa gementia fluctu, Ionium Aegaeo miscet mare, celsus in arma emicat ac prima stans Scipio puppe profatur: dive tridentipotens, cuius maria ire per alta ordimur, si iusta paro, decurrere classi da, pater, ac nostros ne sperne iuvare labores.
So the North-west wind, when it has launched fierce battle on the deep, hurls the arching waves high over the Isthmus of Corinth, and, rushing over the bellowing rocks with foaming flood, mingles the waters of the Ionian sea with the Aegean. Then Scipio sprang up in arms and standing forth on the stern of his ship prayed thus: Divine Lord of the trident,c whose deep seas we are in act to cross, if my design is just, suffer my fleet to complete her voyage, and deign, O Father, to assist our efforts.
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