There is no risk: it is not yet your time to die. / This is what the immortals say – I have heard it.

Night is now falling, and we must give way to night.

Zeus, is there no man left on the boundless earth / who thinks of informing the gods about his intentions?

Quickly [Zeus] sent an eagle, the surest omen, / among all birds . . . / And when they saw that the bird had been sent from heaven, / they rushed at the Trojans more fiercely, with freshened spirits.

We shouldn’t be waging war / against Lord Zeus for the sake of these paltry mortals. / Let one of them live and another die, just as fortune / dictates, and let Zeus ponder these things in his mind / and decide between Trojans and Argives however he wishes.