O venerable goddess, hear my prayer,
For labor pains are thy peculiar care.
In thee, when stretched upon the bed of grief,
The sex, as in a mirror, view relief.
Guard of the race, endued with gentle mind,
To helpless youth, benevolent and kind;
Benignant nourisher; great Nature’s key
Belongs to no divinity but thee.
Thou dwells with all immanifest to sight,
And solemn festivals are thy delight.
Thine is the task to loose the virgin’s zone,
And thou in every work art seen and known.
With births you sympathize, though pleased to see
The numerous offspring of fertility.
When racked with labor pangs, and sore distressed,
The sex invoke thee, as the soul’s sure rest;
For thou alone canst give relief to pain,
Which art attempts to ease, but tries in vain.
Assisting Goddess, venerable power,
Who brings relief in labor’s dreadful hour;
Hear, blessed Dian,1 and accept my prayer,
And make the infant race thy constant care.
Ἄρτεμις Εἰλείθυια, Artemis Eileithyia ↩