Standing among them with lifted arms Chryses prayed in a great voice:
'Hear me, lord of the silver bow, who set your power about Chryse and Killa the
sacrosanct, who are lord in strength over Tenedos3; if once before you listened to my prayers and did me honour and smote strongly
the host of the Achaians, so
one more time bring to pass the wish that I pray for. Beat aside at last the shameful plague from the Danaans.'
... all had made prayer and flung down the sacrifeces