On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.
God always strives together with those who strive.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.
Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.
For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.