οἰώθη δʼ Ὀδυσεὺς δουρὶ κλυτός, οὐδέ τις αὐτῷ

upahuutaaH pitaraH somyaaso barhiSye\Su nidhiSu priyeSu

ارْجِعْ إِلَيْهِمْ فَلَنَأْتِيَنَّهُمْ بِجُنُودٍ لَا قِبَلَ لَهُمْ بِهَا وَلَنُخْرِجَنَّهُمْ مِنْهَا أَذِلَّةً وَهُمْ صَاغِرُونَ

And Shechem spake unto his father Hamor, saying, Get me this damsel to wife.

Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.

Heap on wood, kindle the fire, consume the flesh, and spice it well, and let the bones be burned.