Τὸν δ' ἠμείβετ' ἔπειτα θεὰ γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη:
Τυδείδη Διόμηδες, ἐμῷ κεχαρισμένε θυμῷ:
μήτε σύ γ' Ἄρηα τό γε δείδιθι: μήτέ τιν' ἄλλον
ἀθανάτων. τοίη τοι ἐγὼν ἐπιτάρροθός εἰμι:
ἀλλ' άγ' ἐπ' Ἄρηϊ πρώτῳ ἔχε μώνυχας ἵππους:
τύψον δὲ σχεδίην. μὴ δ' ἅζεο θοῦρον Ἄρηα
τοῦτον μαινόμενον, τυκτὸν κακὸν. ἀλλοπρόσαλλον.
ὃς πρώιην μὲν ἐμοί τε καὶ Ἥρῃ στεῦτ' ἀγορεύων
Τρωσὶ μαχήσεσθαι: ἀτὰρ Ἀργείοισιν ἀρήξειν,
νῦν δὲ μετα Τρώεσσιν ὁμιλεῖ. τῶν δὲ λέλασται:
And the goddess, flashing-eyed Athene, answered him, saying: "Son of Tydeus, Diomedes, dear to my heart, fear thou not Ares for that, neither any other of the immortals; so present a helper am I to thee. Nay, come, at Ares first drive thou thy single-hooved horses, and smite him in close fight, neither have thou awe of furious Ares that raveth here a full-wrought bane, a renegade, that but now spake with me and Hera, and made as though he would fight against the Trojans but give aid to the Argives; yet now he consorteth with the Trojans and hath forgotten these."
