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How I pity this lonely man!
170No one living will care for him,
no companion is by his side,
wretched, always alone,
afflicted with a savage wound,
and lost when need arises.
175How can he live?
How can he bear such insufferable pain?
O inscrutable plan of God!
O most miserable race of men,
never is destiny mild.
The women of Trachis and Philoctetes. A new translation in verse by Robert Torrance. Houghton Mifflin. 1966.
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