The Iliad 4.25–29 — Hera speaking to Zeus | The Lexicon

The Iliad 4.25–29

Most dread son of Cronos, what a word hast thou said! How art thou minded to render my labour vain and of none effect, and the sweat that I sweated in my toil,—aye, and my horses twain waxed weary with my summoning the host for the bane of Priam and his sons? Do thou as thou wilt; but be sure we other gods assent not all thereto.

αἰνότατε Κρονίδη ποῖον τὸν μῦθον ἔειπες· πῶς ἐθέλεις ἅλιον θεῖναι πόνον ἠδʼ ἀτέλεστον, ἱδρῶ θʼ ὃν ἵδρωσα μόγῳ, καμέτην δέ μοι ἵπποι λαὸν ἀγειρούσῃ, Πριάμῳ κακὰ τοῖό τε παισίν. ἕρδʼ· ἀτὰρ οὔ τοι πάντες ἐπαινέομεν θεοὶ ἄλλοι.

Lattimore commentary

That the gods sweat and toil seems odd, but to make them more real the Iliad regularly presents divinities as undergoing nearly mortal suffering; they simply do not expire. Of Hera’s personal efforts to gather armies against Troy, we know nothing further.

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