"Old shipmates, our stores are in the ship's hold, food and drink; the cattle here are not for provision
"Will you fight? Come we'll cut out the noblest of these cattle for sacrifice to the gods who own the sky
We have no more food!
"O Father Zeus and gods in bliss forever, punish Odyssesus' men! So overweening, now they have killed my peaceful kine. my joy at morning when I climed the sky of stars, and evening, when I bore westward from heaven. Restitution or penalty they shall pay- and pay in full- or I go down forever to light the dead men in the underworld"