Cur Sagittas, Cur Tela, Cur Faces, Rv 637: I. Aria: Allegro "Cur Sagittas, Cur Tela, Cur Faces"

Cur sagittas, cur tela, cur faces 
larvae horrendae, crudeles, minaces 
ira accensae movetis in me?

Me non terret infernus armatus
non furorem, non curo conatus
vincam fortis munita mea spe

[Such arrows, such darts, such flaming torches
horrendous, cruel and menacing spirits
Why in your enflamed rage do you aim them at me?

I fear not hell’s arms
nor its fury, nor do I care for its efforts
I shall be victorious, armed with hope]