Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 1186

Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge, UK. 1885.

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 1186 focus
ἰὼ γενεαὶ βροτῶν,
ὡς ὑμᾶς ἴσα καὶ τὸ μηδὲν ζώσας ἐναριθμῶ.
τίς γάρ, τίς ἀνὴρ πλέον
τᾶς εὐδαιμονίας φέρει
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ἢ τοσοῦτον ὅσον δοκεῖν
καὶ δόξαντ᾽ ἀποκλῖναι;
τὸ σόν τοι παράδειγμ᾽ ἔχων,
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τὸν σὸν δαίμονα, τὸν σόν, ὦ τλᾶμον Οἰδιπόδα, βροτῶν *οὐδὲν μακαρίζω·
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α
ὅστις καθ᾽ ὑπερβολὰν
τοξεύσας ἐκράτησε τοῦ πάντ᾽ εὐδαίμονος ὄλβου,
ὦ Ζεῦ, κατὰ μὲν φθίσας
τὰν γαμψώνυχα παρθένον
χρησμῳδόν, θανάτων δ᾽ ἐμᾷ
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χώρᾳ πύργος ἀνέστα·
ἐξ οὗ καὶ βασιλεὺς καλεῖ
ἐμὸς καὶ τὰ μέγιστ᾽ ἐτιμάθης, ταῖς μεγάλαισιν ἐν
Θήβαισιν ἀνάσσων.
β
τανῦν δ᾽ ἀκούειν τίς ἀθλιώτερος;
†τίς ἐν πόνοις, τίς ἄταις ἀγρίαις
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ξύνοικος ἀλλαγᾷ βίου;
ἰὼ κλεινὸν Οἰδίπου κάρα,
ᾧ μέγας λιμὴν
αὑτὸς ἤρκεσεν
παιδὶ καὶ πατρὶ
θαλαμηπόλῳ πεσεῖν,
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πῶς ποτε πῶς ποθ᾽ αἱ πατρῷαί σ᾽ ἄλοκες φέρειν, τάλας,
σῖγ᾽ ἐδυνάθησαν ἐς τοσόνδε;
β
ἐφεῦρέ σ᾽ ἄκονθ᾽ ὁ πάνθ᾽ ὁρῶν χρόνος.
δικάζει τὸν ἄγαμον γάμον πάλαι
τεκνοῦντα καὶ τεκνούμενον.
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ἰὼ Λαΐειον [-] τέκνον,
εἴθε σ' εἴθε *σε
μήποτ᾽ εἰδόμαν.
δύρομαι γὰρ ὡς
περίαλλ᾿ ἰαχέων
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ἐκ στομάτων. τὸ δ᾽ ὀρθὸν εἰπεῖν, ἀνέπνευσά τ᾽ ἐκ σέθεν
καὶ κατεκοίμησα τοὐμὸν ὄμμα.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 1186-1221 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 1186 focus
O mortal tribes of men,
How near to nothingness
I count you while your lives remain!
What man that lives hath more of happiness
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Than to seem blest, and, seeming, fade in night?
O Oedipus, in this thine hour of gloom,
Musing on thee and thy relentless doom,
I call none happy who beholds the light.
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Thou through surpassing skill
Didst rise to wealth and power,
When thou the monstrous riddling maid didst kill,
And stoodst forth to my country as a tower
To guard from myriad deaths this glorious town;
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Whence thou wert called my king, of faultless fame,
In all the world a far-resounded name,
Unparagoned in honour and renown.
But now to hear of thee, who more distressed?
Who more acquainted with fierce misery,
Assaulted by disasters manifest,
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Than thou in this thy day of agony?
Most noble, most renowned!—Yet one same room
Heard thy first cry, and in thy prime of power,
Received thee, harbouring both bride and groom,
And bore it silently till this dread hour.
How could that furrowing of thy father’s field
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Year after year continue unrevealed?
Time hath detected thine unwitting deed,
Time, who discovers all with eyes of fire,
Accusing thee of living without heed
In hideous wedlock husband, son, and sire.
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Ah would that we, thou child of Laius born,
Ah would that we had never seen thee nigh!
E’er since we knew thee who thou art, we mourn
Exceedingly with cries that rend the sky.
For, to tell truth, thou didst restore our life
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And gavest our soul sweet respite after strife.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1186 focus
Ihr Menschengeschlechter, ach!
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Euch, die leben im Lichte, wie
Zähl' ich ähnlich dem Nichts euch!
Denn welcher der Sterblichen
Nimmt ein größeres Glück dahin,
Als so viel ihm der Wahn verleiht,
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Bis vom Wahn er hinabsinkt?
Durch dein gräßliches Loos gewarnt,
Dein unseliges Mißgeschick,
Armer Dedipus, preis' ich Nichts
Glückselig auf Erden.
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Erste Gegenstrophe.
Du, über Bewundern groß,
Trafst dein Ziel und errangest dir
Ein allseliges Schicksal,
Als nieder du schlugst (o Zeus!)
Die krummklauige Sängerin 1
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Dunkeln Spruches, und meinem Land
Ein Thurm wider den Tod standſt!
Darum wurdest du König mir
Genannt, ward dir der höchste Preis,
Daß du Thebe's erhab'ner Stadt
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Als Herrscher gebotest.
Sezt aber wo lebt ein jammernswerth'rer Mann?
Zweite Strophe.
Wer ist dem Leid, wildem Fluche mehr vertraut
Auf wechselvoller Lebensbahn?
ruhmvolles Haupt des Dedipus,
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Dem der Eine Port
Groß genug erschien,
Um dem Sohne sich
Und dem Vater aufzuthun!
Wie doch vermochten's jene Saatfluren des Vaters, Armer, wie,
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Daß sie so lang schweigend dich ertrugen?
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Dich zwang die allseh'nde Zeit an's Licht hervor;
Den grausen Bund weiht sie lange schon dem Fluch,.
Den Bund der Mutter mit dem Sohn.
O weh, armer Sohn des Laïos!
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Hätt' ich, hätt' ich doch
Nimmer dich geseh'n!
Ungemessen tönt
Von der Lippe mir der laut
Klagende Jammer! Soll ich wahr reden, ich athmet' auf durch dich,
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Wieder den Schlaf gabst du meinem Auge!
Ein Diener (tritt aus dem Palaste). Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 1186 focus
Nothing can be worse
Than that we know already ; bringst thou more
Misfortunes to us 1
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 1186 focus
Ye race of mortals, what your state?
Life I an airy nothing deem.
For what, ah! what your happiest fate,
More than light fancy's high-wrought dream?
How soon those baseless dreams decay
And all the glittering visions melt away!
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Whilst thy example, hapless king,
Thy life, thy fortune I bewail,
Happy no man of mortal birth I hail.
Thine was no vulgar fate: its tow'ring wing
To wealth, and empire's splendid summit soar'd:
When, silenced her mysterious lore,
The harpy-talon'd monster scream'd no more,
Our bulwark thou against that pest abhorr'd,
Thebes gave her sceptre to thy honour'd hand,
And hail'd thee monarch of a mighty land.
Who now is pierced with keener pain ?
To all thy glories bid farewell :
They fly, and in their stead a train
Of miseries croud with thee to dwell.
To one great port, illustrious king,
Their gallant barks the son and father bring;
But sink in wild waves roaring round.
How could thy father's bed so long,
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Ah, how in silence bear the horrid wrong!
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1186-1220 focus