1 The Danaans tore their hair and wept bitterly round about you.
2 On this the women came down in a body, weeping and wailing bitterly.
3 She held a veil, moreover, before her face, and was weeping bitterly.
4 If we face such numbers as this, you may have bitter cause to rue your coming, and your revenge.
5 The daughters of the old man of the sea stood round you weeping bitterly, and clothed you in immortal raiment.
6 They gathered round the ghost of the son of Peleus, and the ghost of Agamemnon joined them, sorrowing bitterly.
7 I do not think that you will escape the eye of Neptune, who still nurses his bitter grudge against you for having blinded his son.
8 But Minerva would not let the suitors for one moment drop their insolence, for she wanted Ulysses to become still more bitter against them.
9 Then Ulysses answered, "Madam, wife of Ulysses, do not disfigure yourself further by grieving thus bitterly for your loss, though I can hardly blame you for doing so."
10 I can see him in an island sorrowing bitterly in the house of the nymph Calypso, who is keeping him prisoner, and he cannot reach his home for he has no ships nor sailors to take him over the sea.
11 As soon as he had tasted the blood, he knew me, and weeping bitterly stretched out his arms towards me to embrace me; but he had no strength nor substance any more, and I too wept and pitied him as I beheld him.
12 They wept bitterly in their dismay, but there was nothing to be got by crying, so I divided them into two companies and set a captain over each; I gave one company to Eurylochus, while I took command of the other myself.
13 But Minerva would not let the suitors for one moment cease their insolence, for she wanted Ulysses to become even more bitter against them; she therefore set Eurymachus son of Polybus on to gibe at him, which made the others laugh.
14 She sat down with it on her knees, weeping bitterly as she took the bow out of its case, and when her tears had relieved her, she went to the cloister where the suitors were, carrying the bow and the quiver, with the many deadly arrows that were inside it.
15 Then I awoke, and knew not whether to throw myself into the sea or to live on and make the best of it; but I bore it, covered myself up, and lay down in the ship, while the men lamented bitterly as the fierce winds bore our fleet back to the Aeolian island.
16 For a long time Ulysses was under water, and it was all he could do to rise to the surface again, for the clothes Calypso had given him weighed him down; but at last he got his head above water and spat out the bitter brine that was running down his face in streams.
17 When the bard left off singing he wiped the tears from his eyes, uncovered his face, and, taking his cup, made a drink-offering to the gods; but when the Phaeacians pressed Demodocus to sing further, for they delighted in his lays, then Ulysses again drew his mantle over his head and wept bitterly.
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