“Why do ye sit, O ye wretched? Flee thou 1090 to the uttermost limits, Leaving thy home and the heights of the wheel-round city behind thee! Lo, there remaineth now nor the head nor the body in safety⁠— Neither the feet below nor the hands nor the middle are left thee⁠— All are destroyed 1091 together; for fire and the passionate War-god, 1092 Urging the Syrian 1093 car to speed, doth hurl them 1094 to ruin. Not thine alone, he shall cause many more great strongholds to perish, Yes, many temples of gods to the ravening fire shall deliver⁠— Temples which stand now surely with sweat of their terror down-streaming,