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O Zeus! What pity, what deadly struggle is here,
hurrying you on, the wretch on whom some avenging fiend is heaping tears upon tears, bringing to the house your mother’s blood, which drives you raving mad?
335
Great prosperity is not secure among mortals. I lament, I lament! But some divine power, shaking it to and fro like the sail of a swift ship, plunges it deep in the waves of grievous affliction, violent and deadly as the waves of the sea.
340
For what other family must I still revere, rather than the one from a divine marriage, from Tantalus.
345
O Zeus! What pity, what deadly struggle is here,
hurrying you on, the wretch on whom some avenging fiend is heaping tears upon tears, bringing to the house your mother’s blood, which drives you raving mad?
335
Great prosperity is not secure among mortals. I lament, I lament! But some divine power, shaking it to and fro like the sail of a swift ship, plunges it deep in the waves of grievous affliction, violent and deadly as the waves of the sea.
340
For what other family must I still revere, rather than the one from a divine marriage, from Tantalus.
345
Orestes. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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