Hera

The great goddess Hera, the wife of the aegis-bearing Zeus, patronizes marriage and protects the sanctity and inviolability of marriage unions. She sends numerous offspring to the spouses and blesses the mother during the birth of the child.

The great goddess Hera, after she and her brothers and sisters were spewed out of their mouths by the defeated Zeus Kron, her mother Rhea carried her to the edge of the earth to the gray Ocean; there she raised Hera Thetis. Hera lived away from Olympus for a long time, in peace and quiet. The great thunderer Zeus saw her, fell in love and stole her from Thetis. The gods magnificently celebrated the wedding of Zeus and Hera. Iris and the Charites clothed Hera in luxurious clothes, and she shone with her young, majestic beauty among the host of the gods of Olympus, sitting on a golden throne next to the great king of gods and people Zeus. All the gods offered gifts to the lady Hera, and the goddess Earth-Gaia grew a wonderful apple tree with golden fruits from her bowels as a gift to Hera. Everything in nature glorified Queen Hera and King Zeus.

Hera reigns on high Olympus. She commands, like her husband Zeus, thunder and lightning, according to her word, dark rain clouds cover the sky, with a wave of her hand she raises formidable storms.

The great Hera is beautiful, hairy-eyed, lily-armed, wonderful curls fall from under her crown in a wave, her eyes burn with power and calm majesty. The gods honor Hera, her husband, the cloud-runner Zeus, also honors her, and often consults with her. But quarrels between Zeus and the Hero are not uncommon. Hera often objects to Zeus and argues with him at the councils of the gods. Then the thunderer is angry and threatens his wife with punishments. Then Hera falls silent and restrains her anger. She remembers how Zeus scourged her, how he bound her with golden chains and hung her between earth and heaven, tying two heavy anvils to her feet.

Hera is powerful, there is no goddess equal to her in power. Majestic, in a long luxurious garment woven by Athena herself, in a chariot drawn by two immortal horses, she rides down from Olympus. The whole chariot is made of silver, the wheels are made of pure gold, and their spokes sparkle with copper. The fragrance spreads over the ground where Hera passes. All living things bow before her, the great queen of Olympus.