Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 863

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)) — 863 focus
εἴ μοι ξυνείη φέροντι
μοῖρα τὰν εὔσεπτον ἁγνείαν λόγων
ἔργων τε πάντων, ὧν νόμοι πρόκεινται
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ὑψίποδες, οὐρανίαν
διʼ αἰθέρα τεκνωθέντες, ὧν Ὄλυμπος
πατὴρ μόνος, οὐδέ νιν
θνατὰ φύσις ἀνέρων
ἔτικτεν, οὐδὲ μάν ποτε λάθα κατακοιμάσει·
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μέγας ἐν τούτοις θεός, οὐδὲ γηράσκει.
α
ὕβρις φυτεύει τύραννον·
ὕβρις, εἰ πολλῶν ὑπερπλησθῇ μάταν,
ἃ μὴ ἐπίκαιρα μηδὲ συμφέροντα,
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ἀκρότατον εἰσαναβᾶσ᾽
ἀπότομον *ἐξώρουσεν εἰς ἀνάγκαν,
ἔνθ᾽ οὐ ποδὶ χρησίμῳ
χρῆται. τὸ καλῶς δ᾽ ἔχον
πόλει πάλαισμα μήποτε λῦσαι θεὸν αἰτοῦμαι.
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θεὸν οὐ λήξω ποτὲ προστάταν ἴσχων.
β
εἰ δέ τις ὑπέροπτα χερσὶν ἢ λόγῳ πορεύεται,
Δίκας ἀφόβητος, οὐδὲ
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δαιμόνων ἕδη σέβων,
κακά νιν ἕλοιτο μοῖρα,
δυσπότμου χάριν χλιδᾶς,
εἰ μὴ τὸ κέρδος κερδανεῖ δικαίως
καὶ τῶν ἀσέπτων ἔρξεται,
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ἢ τῶν ἀθίκτων ἕξεται ματᾴζων.
τίς ἔτι ποτ᾽ ἐν τοῖσδ᾽ ἀνὴρ †θυμῷ βέλη
†ἔρξεται ψυχᾶς ἀμύνειν;
εἰ γὰρ αἱ τοιαίδε πράξεις τίμιαι,
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τί δεῖ με χορεύειν;
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οὐκέτι τὸν ἄθικτον εἶμι γᾶς ἐπ᾿ ὀμφαλὸν σέβων,
οὐδ᾽ ἐς τὸν Ἀβαῖσι ναόν,
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οὐδὲ τὰν Ὀλυμπίαν,
εἰ μὴ τάδε χειρόδεικτα
πᾶσιν ἁρμόσει βροτοῖς.
ἀλλ᾽, ὦ κρατύνων, εἴπερ ὄρθ᾽ ἀκούεις,
[43 a.
Ζεῦ, πάντ᾽ ἀνάσσων, μὴ λάθοι
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σὲ τάν τε σὰν ἀθάνατον αἰὲν ἀρχάν.
φθίνοντα γὰρ Λαΐου [?]
θέσφατ᾽ ἐξαιροῦσιν ἤδη,
κοὐδαμοῦ τιμαῖς Ἀπόλλων ἐμφανής·
ἔρρει δὲ τὰ θεῖα.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 863-910 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 863 focus
O may my life be evermore
Pure in each holy word and deed
By those eternal laws decreed
That pace the sapphire-paven floor!
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Children of Heaven, of Ether born,
No mortal knew their natal morn,
Nor may Oblivion’s waters deep
E’er lull their wakeful spirit asleep,
Nor creeping Age o’erpower the mighty God
Who far within them holds his unprofaned abode.
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Pride breeds the tyrant: monstrous birth!
Insolent Pride, if idly nursed
On timeless surfeit, plenty accursed,
Spurning the lowlier tract of Earth
Mounts to her pinnacle,—then falls,
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Dashed headlong down sheer mountain walls
To dark Necessity’s deep ground,
Where never foothold can be found.
Let wrestlers for my country’s glory speed,
God, I thee pray! Be God my helper in all need!
But if one be, whose bold disdain
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Walks in a round of vapourings vain
And violent acts, regarding not
The Rule of Right, but with proud thought
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Scorning the place where Gods have set their seat,
—Made captive by an Evil Doom,
Shorn of that inauspicious bloom,
Let him be shown the path of lawful gain
And taught in holier ways to guide his feet,
Nor with mad folly strain
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His passionate arms to clasp things impious to retain.
Who in such courses shall defend his soul
From storms of thundrous wrath that o’er him roll?
If honour to such lives be given,
What needs our choir to hymn the power of Heaven?
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No more to Delphi, central shrine
Of Earth, I’ll seek, for light divine,
Nor visit Abae’s mystic fane
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Nor travel o’er the well-trod plain
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Where thousands throng to famed Olympia’s town,
Unless, with manifest accord,
The event fulfil the oracular word.
Zeus, Lord of all! if to eternity
Thou would’st confirm thy kingdom’s large renown,
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Let not their vauntings high
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Evade the sovereign look of the everlasting eye!
They make as though the ancient warning slept
By Laius erst with fear and trembling kept;
Apollo’s glory groweth pale,
And holiest rites are prone to faint and fail.
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Princes of Thebes, it came into my thought
To stand before some holy altar-place
With frankincense and garlands. For the king,
Transported by the tempest of his fear,
Runs wild in0grief, nor like a man of sense
Reasons of present things from what hath been.
Each tongue o’ermasters him that tells of woe.
Then since my counsels are of no avail,
To thee, for thou art nearest, Lykian God,
I bring my supplication with full hand.
O grant us absolution and relief!
For seeing him, our pilot, so distraught,
Like mariners, we are all amazed with dread.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 863 focus
Ach, wär' es Loos meines Lebens,
Rein zu wahren fromme Scheu bei jedem Wort und jedem Werke,
Treu den Urgesezen, 1
Die, in den Höh'n wandelnd, in Aethers
Himmlischem Gebiet stammen aus dem Schooße
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Des Vaters Olympos, nicht
Aus sterblicher Männer Kraft
Geboren. Niemals wiegt sie in Schlaf stumme Vergessenheit;
Es belebt sie mächtig ein Gott, der nie altert.
Erste Gegenstrophe.
Der Frevelmuth zeugt Gewaltherrn.
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Wenn der Frevelmuth sich thöricht übernahm und Thaten übte,
Heillos, ohne Frommen;
Dann zu der Höh'n äußerstem Gipfel
Hebt er sich empor, stürzt hinab in Elend,
Wo nimmer beglückt sein Fuß
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Hinwallt. Was zum Heil der Stadt
Begonnen ward, das wende der Gott mächtig zum Sieg, fleh' ich!
Von dem Schuzgott will ich mich nimmerdar scheiden.
Zweite Strophe.
Aber wer in Wort und Werken frevle Lebenspfade wallt,
Wem nicht vor der Dike graut, nicht Göttertempel heilig sind,
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Fluchvolles Verderben treff' ihu, schnöden Uebermuthes Lohn,
Wofern er nicht auf rechter Bahn Gewinn sucht,
Und nicht der Sünde Gräuel flieht,
Und an das Heil'ge mit verwegner Hand rührt!
Wie mag ein Mann, also frevelnd, seine Brust
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Schüzen vor des Zornes Pfeilen?
Wenn ein solcher Wandel Preis und Ehre schafft:
Was opfr' ich den Göttern?
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Nicht zur heil'gen Erdenmitte wall' ich mehr in frommem Sinn, 2
Auch nicht zu dem Tempel Abä's, noch zum Haus Olympia's, 3
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Wenn nicht vor den Augen Aller, was ich sage, sich erfüllt.
Doch dir, o Starker, wenn wir recht dich nennen
Allherrscher Zeus, und deiner stets
Endlosen Almacht bleib' es nicht verborgen!
Der Götter uraltes Wort an Laïos gilt
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Als verhallt, als eitler Tand nun;
Nirgend strahlt Apollons Ruhm im alten Glanz;
Das Göttliche schwindet.
Jokaste. Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 863 focus
O king ! we pity thy distress: but w^ait
With patience his arrival, and despair not.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 863 focus
Fair Fortune deign with me to dwell,
My soul if holy reverence awes,
By thinking, speaking, acting well,
To bow obedient to the Laws.
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From heav'n they draw their lineage high,
And tread with stately step the sky:
Their father the Olympian king;
No mixture of man's mortal mould;
Nor shall Oblivion's sable wing
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In shades their active virtues fold.
In them the god is great, nor fears
The withering waste of years.
The tyrant Pride engenders. Pride
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With wealth o'er-fill'd, with greatness vain,
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Mounting with Outrage at her side,
The splendid summit if she gain,
Falls headlong from the dangerous brow,
Down dash'd to ruin's gulf below.
Not so our monarch: for of old,
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His contest glorious to the state,
In her own blood the Fury roll'd :
So may the god now guide his fate!
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Still be the god's protection mine,
Strong in his power divine !
But should some wretch, contemptuous, bold,
Brave the just gods, his hands with slaughter stain,
The vengeful pow'rs of heav'n disdain,
Nor their pure seats in holy reverence hold,
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Him may perdition sweep away,
And thus his wanton pride repay;
Him too, whom wild Ambition prompts to seize,
Though Justice cries aloud, forbear.
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Can all his vaunts, who dares attempts like these,
Guard his proud heart from guilty fear?
Such deeds if glory waits, in vain
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I lead this choral train.
No more at Delphi's central cell,
At Abæ, or Olympia's hallow'd shrine
Attendant pay I rites divine,
Till the god deigns this darkness to dispel.
O Jove, if thee we rightly call
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The sovereign lord, the king of all,
Let not concealment this in shades enfold
From thee, and thy immortal reign!
The oracles, to Laius giv'n of old,
They spurn with insolent disdain,
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English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 863-910 focus