I praise bright-eyed Nemesis, daughter of dark-cloaked Nyx,
Nemesis who watches, who knows whenever
we have done harm, who makes certain that all evil
is punished, that all who are guilty receive their due.
Swift-winged Nemesis, bearer of the apple branch,
in days of old were you well honored, goddess,
by those who suffered the losses and pains of love;
many were the false-hearted lovers who felt your wrath.
Fair-minded Nemesis, just one, unyielding one
you are the firmest foe of cruel and violent men,
you are the avenger of the wronged, the disperser
of right reward. Nemesis, I honor you.