Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 151

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

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ὦ Διὸς ἁδυεπὲς φάτι, τίς ποτε τᾶς πολυχρύσου
Πυθῶνος ἀγλαὰς ἔβας
Θήβας; ἐκτέταμαι, φοβερὰν φρένα δείματι πάλλων,
ἰήιε Δάλιε Παιάν,
ἀμφὶ σοὶ ἁζόμενος τί μοι ἢ νέον,
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ἢ περιτελλομέναις ὥραις πάλιν ἐξανύσεις χρέος·
εἰπέ μοι, ὦ χρυσέας τέκνον Ἐλπίδος, ἄμβροτε Φάμα.
α
πρῶτά σε κεκλόμενος, θύγατερ Διός, ἄμβροτ᾽ Ἀθάνα,
γαιάοχόν τ᾿ ἀδελφεὰν
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Ἄρτεμιν, ἃ κυκλόεντ᾽ ἀγορᾶς θρόνον εὐκλέα θάσσει,
καὶ Φοῖβον ἑκαβόλον, ἰὼ
τρισσοὶ ἀλεξίμοροι προφάνητέ μοι,
εἴ ποτε καὶ προτέρας ἄτας ὕπερ ὀρνυμένας πόλει
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ἠνύσατ᾽ ἐκτοπίαν φλόγα πήματος, ἔλθετε καὶ νῦν.
β
ὦ πόποι, ἀνάριθμα γὰρ φέρω
πήματα· νοσεῖ δέ μοι πρόπας στόλος, οὐδ᾽ ἔνι φροντίδος ἔγχος
ᾧ τις ἀλέξεται. οὔτε γὰρ ἔκγονα
κλυτᾶς χθονὸς αὔξεται οὔτε τόκοισιν
ἰηίων καμάτων ἀνέχουσι γυναῖκες·
ἄλλον δ᾽ ἂν ἄλλῳ προσίδοις ἅπερ εὔπτερον ὄρνιν
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κρεῖσσον ἀμαιμακέτου πυρὸς ὄρμενον
ἀκτὰν πρὸς ἑσπέρου θεοῦ·
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ὧν πόλις ἀνάριθμος ὄλλυται·
νηλέα δὲ γένεθλα πρὸς πέδῳ θαναταφόρα κεῖται ἀνοίκτως.
ἐν δ᾽ ἄλοχοι πολιαί τ' ἐπὶ ματέρες
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ἀκτὰν παρὰ βώμιον ἄλλοθεν ἄλλαι
λυγρῶν πόνων ἱκτῆρες ἐπιστενάχουσιν.
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παιὰν δὲ λάμπει στονόεσσά τε γῆρυς ὅμαυλος·
ὧν ὕπερ, ὦ χρυσέα θύγατερ Διός,
εὐῶπα πέμψον ἀλκάν·
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Αρεά τε τὸν μαλερόν, ὃς νῦν ἄχαλκος ἀσπίδων
φλέγει με περιβόατος ἀντιάζων,
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παλίσσυτον δράμημα νωτίσαι πάτρας
ἔπουρον εἴτ᾽ ἐς μέγαν
θάλαμον Ἀμφιτρίτας
εἴτ᾿ ἐς τὸν ἀπόξενον ὅρμον
Θρῄκιον κλύδωνα·
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τέλει γὰρ εἴ τι νὺξ ἀφῇ,
τοῦτ᾽ ἐπ᾽ ἦμαρ ἔρχεται·
τόν, ὦ (-) πυρφόρων
ἀστραπᾶν κράτη νέμων,
ὦ Ζεῦ πάτερ, ὑπὸ σῷ φθίσον κεραυνῷ.
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Λύκειʼ ἄναξ, τά τε σὰ χρυσοστρόφων ἀπ᾿ ἀγκυλᾶν
βέλεα θέλοιμ᾽ ἂν ἀδάματ᾽ ἐνδατεῖσθαι
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ἀρωγὰ προσταθέντα, τάς τε πυρφόρους
Ἀρτέμιδος αἴγλας, ξὺν αἷς
Λύκι᾽ ὄρεα διᾴσσει·
τὸν χρυσομίτραν τε κικλήσκω,
τᾶσδ᾽ ἐπώνυμον γᾶς,
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οἰνῶπα Βάκχον εὔιον,
Μαινάδων ὁμόστολον
πελασθῆναι φλέγοντ᾽
ἀγλαῶπι - u -
πεύκᾳ ἐπὶ τὸν ἀπότιμον ἐν θεοῖς θεόν.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 151-215 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 151 focus
Kind voice of Heaven, soft-breathing from the height
Of Pytho’s opulent home to Thebè bright,
What wilt thou bring to day?
Ah, Delian Healer, say!
My heart hangs on thy word with trembling awe:
What new giv’n law,
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Or what returning in Time’s circling round
Wilt thou unfold? Tell us, immortal sound,
Daughter of golden Hope, tell us, we pray, we pray!
First, child of Zeus, Pallas, to thee appealing,
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Then to sweet Artemis, thy sister, kneeling,
Who with benignant hand
Still guards our sacred land,
Throned o’er the circling mart that hears her praise,
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And thou, whose rays
Pierce evil from afar, ho! come and save,
Ye mighty three! if e’er before ye drave
The threatening fire of woe from Thebè, come to day!
For ah! the griefs that on me weigh
Are numberless; weak are my helpers all,
And thought finds not a sword to fray
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This hated pestilence from hearth or hall.
Earth’s blossoms blasted fall:
Nor can our women rise
From childbed after pangs and cries;
But flocking more and more
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Toward the western shore,
Soul after soul is known to wing her flight,
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Swifter than quenchless flame, to the far realm of Night.
So deaths innumerable abound.
My city’s sons unpitied lie around
Over the plague-encumbered ground
And wives and matrons old on every hand
Along the altar-strand
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Groaning in saddest grief
Pour supplication for relief.
Loud hymns are sounding clear
With wailing voices near.
Then, golden daughter of the heavenly sire,
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Send bright-eyed Succour forth to drive away this fire.
And swiftly speed afar,
Windborne on backward car,
The viewless fiend who scares me with wild cries,
To oarless Thracian tide,
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Of ocean-chambers wide,
About the bed where Amphitritè lies.
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Day blights what night hath spared. O thou whose hand
Wields lightning, blast him with thy thundrous brand.
Shower from the golden string
Thine arrows Lycian King!
O Phoebus, let thy fiery lances fly
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Resistless, as they rove
Through Xanthus’ mountain-grove!
O Thoeban Bacchus of the lustrous eye,
With torch and trooping Maenads and bright crown
Blaze on thee god whom all in Heaven disown.
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German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 151 focus
Liebliche Stimme des Zeus, wie lautest du, kommend von Pytho's 1 2 3
Goldreichem Haus zur heitern Burg
Thebä's? Bangend erstarr' ich im Geist und erzittre vor Schrecken,
Heilschaffender, Delier, Päan! 4
Ahnend erbebt mir das Herz, was heute du,
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Oder in rollender Jahr' Umlaufe mir
Künftig enthüllen wirst.
Sag' es, der Hoffnung Tochter, der goldenen, himmlische Stimme! 5
Erste Gegenstrophe.
Dich erst rus' ich, Athene, des Zeus unsterbliche Tochter;
Auch Schwester, dir, des Landes Hut,
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Artemis, sizend im Kreise des Markt's auf strahlendem Throne, 6
Und Phöbos, dem Treffenden, fleh' ich:
Drei todwehrende Götter, erscheinet mir! 7
Schafftet ihr einst, als über die Häupter des 8
Volkes der Fluch herab
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Schwebte, die Glut des Verderbens hinaus, o zeiget auch jezt euch!
Zweite Strophe.
Weh, wehe! Leiden ohne Zahl
Quälen mich; erkrankt ist alles Volk, und nirgendwo
Waffnet sich Hülfe,
Mich zu beschirmen! Die Früchte des heiligen
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Erdreiches gedeihen nicht,
Und es erliegen
Die Frauen all
In den Weh'n qualvoller Geburten.
Und Schwärm' an Schwärmen,
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Gleich flüchtigen Vögeln, erblickst du
Schneller, als reißende Glut, sich entschwingen zu
Dem Strand des Abendgottes. 9
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Ia, zahllos stirbt das Volk dahin;
Kläglich, unbejammert, liegen auf der Erd' entseelt 10
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Schaaren der Kinder.
Aber von greisenden Müttern, von Gattinnen,
Dort lagernd und hier an den
Stufen des Altars,
Fleht laut Gestöhn
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Um Schuz vor der traurigen Mühsal;
Hell tönt der Päan 11
Und seufzende Laute, gesellt ihm:
Leuchte denn, goldene Tochter des Donnerers, 12
Mit frohem Rettungsauge!
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Dritte Strophe.
Den Zermalmer Ares auch, 13
Der jezt, vom Schilde nicht gedeckt,
Von Lärm umtönt, mit Fieberglut mich anfällt,
Ihn treib' in rückgewandtem Lauf zur Vaterstadt
Hinaus, in's weitoffene 14
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Lager Amphitrite's
Dort, oder in Thrakia's öde
Bucht, die meerumbrauste.
Denn er vollbringt es; was die Nacht 15
Uebrig läßt, verschlingt der Tag.
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Zeus, Allvater, du,
Rother Blize Kraft
Beherrschend, unter deinem Donner tilg' ihn!
Dritte Gegenstrophe.
Dir fleh' ich, Lykerfürst! 16
Laß deine nie bezwungenen
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Geschosse fliegen von der gold'nen Sehne,
Als Retter ausgesendet: flammt, ihr Fackeln, auch,
Womit die Höh'n Lykia's 17
Artemis hindurchſtürmt!
Auch dir mit dem goldenen Stirnband
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Ruf' ich, unsers Landes
Sohn, Bacchos, dir mit dem trunk'nen Blick, 18
Dir, von Bacchen rings umschwärmt,
Ostürm' hellstrahlend an
Mit dem lichten Brand
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Auf diesen Gott, den alle Götter hassen!
Dedipus (der während des Gesanges wiederum auf der Bithne erschienen ist). Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 151 focus
first on thee I call.
Daughter of Jove, immortal maid,
Low beneath thy feet we fall :
Oh ! bring thy sister Dian to our aid.
Goddess of Thebes, from thy imperial throne
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Look with an eye of gentle pity down ;
And thou, far-shooting Phoebus, once the friend
Of this unhappy, this devoted land.
Oh ! now, if ever, let thy hand
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Once more be stretched to save and to defend !
Great Thel>es, my sons, is now no more ;
She falls and ne'er again shall rise,
Nought can her health or strength restore,
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Tlie mighty nation sinks, she droops, she dies.
CEDIPUS TYJ^ANNCJS.
Stripped of her fruits, behold the barren earth —
The half-formed infant struggles for a birth.
The mother sinks unequal to her pain :
Whilst quick as birds in airy circles fly,
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Or lightnings from an angry sky,
Crowds press on crowds to Pluto's dark domain.
Behold what heaps of wretches slain,
Unburied, unlamented lie,
Nor parents now^ nor friends remain
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To grace their deaths with pious obsequy.
The aged matron and the blooming wife,
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Cling to the altars — sue for added life.
With sighs and groans united Pseans rise ;
Re-echoed, still doth great Apollo's name
Their sorrows and their wants proclaim.
Frequent to him ascends the sacrifice.
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Haste then, Minerva, beauteous maid,
Descend in this afflictive hour.
Haste to thy dying people's aid.
Drive hence this baneful, this destructive power !
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Who comes not armed with hostile sword or shield.
Yet strews with many a corse th' ensanguined field;
To Amphitrite's wide extending bed
Oh ! drive him, goddess, from thy favourite land,
Or let him, by thy dread command,
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Bury in Thracian waves his ignominious head,
Father of all, immortal Jove !
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Oh ! now thy fiery terrors send ;
From thy dreadful stores above
Let lightnings blast him and let thunder*? rend
And thou, O Lydian king ! thy a'd impart ;
Send from thy golden bow, th' unerring dart ;
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Bmile, chaste Diana, on this loved abode,
Whilst Theban Bacchus joins the maddening throng.
O god of wine and mirth and song !
Now with thy torch destroy the base inglorious god.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 151 focus
But for myself, this execrable guilt
Be it my care to crush: for the same hand,
That murder'd him, may soon be raised to plunge
With the same rage the falchion in my breast;
Therefore avenging him I guard myself.
But rise, my children, from your lowly seats
With speed, and bear these suppliant branches hence.
Hither th' assembled sons of Thebes convene:
My pow'r shall be exerted; and once more
Will we, confiding in the favouring god,
Together prosper, or together fall.
Let us arise, my sons: our sovereign grants
The grace we came to ask; and may the god,
Who sent this answer from his hallow'd shrine,
Preserve us, and this wasting pest avert!
Thou oracle of Jove, what fate
From Pytho's golden shrine
Brings to th' illustrious Theban state
Thy sweet-breathed voice divine ?
My trembling heart what terror rends,
While dread suspense on thee attends,
fian, that murdered Laius, might, if he were permitted to go unpunished,
murder him. Βγ τῶν ἀπωτέρω φίλων, " some distant friend," he points to
Laius; the expression is indeed indefinite, but it was neither necessary nor
proper that it should be more distinctly marked; with regard to Laius thus
far Edipus had been very cold and indifferent.
Greef-soothing god of wine and joy;
Wave thy bright torch, and with its flame
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