human
Woe my day, O me unhappy, Woe to me, and all my household, For indeed my very sister, I my mother's child have outraged! Woe my father, woe my mother, Woe to you, my aged parents, To what purpose have you reared me, Reared me up to be so wretched! Far more happy were my fortune, Had I ne'er been born or nurtured, 280 Never in the air been strengthened, Never in this world had entered. Wrongly I by death was treated, Nor disease has acted wisely, That they did not fall upon me, And when two nights old destroy me.