Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus at Colonus 12

Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus at Colonus. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge. 1899.

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Editions (2)
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 1447 focus
νέα τάδε νεόθεν ἦλθέ μοι
*νέα βαρύποτμα κακὰ παρʼ ἀλαοῦ ξένου,
εἴ τι μοῖρα μὴ κιγχάνει.
1450
μάτην γὰρ οὐδὲν ἀξίωμα δαιμόνων ἔχω φράσαι.
ὁρᾷ ὁρᾷ ταῦτʼ ἀεὶ χρόνος, †ἐπεὶ μέν, ἕτερα,
τὰ δὲ παρʼ ἦμαρ αὖθις αὔξων ἄνω.
1455
ἔκτυπεν αἰθήρ, ὦ Ζεῦ.
ἴδε μάλα, μέγας ἐρείπεται
κτύπος ἄφατος ὅδε διόβολος· ἐς δʼ ἄκραν
δεῖμʼ ὑπῆλθε κρατὸς φόβαν.
1465
ἔπτηξα θυμόν· *οὐρανοῦ γὰρ ἀστραπὴ φλέγει πάλιν.
τί μὰν ἀφήσει τέλος; δέδια τόδʼ· οὐ γὰρ ἅλιον
ἀφορμᾷ ποτʼ οὐκ ἄνευ ξυμφορᾶς,
1470
ὦ μέγας αἰθήρ, ὦ Ζεῦ.
ἔα ἔα· ἴδου μάλʼ αὖθις ἀμφίσταται
διαπρύσιος ὄτοβος, ἵλεως,
δαῖμον, ἵλεως εἴ τι γᾷ
1480
ματέρι τυγχάνεις ἀφεγγὲς φέρων.
ἐναισίῳ δὲ συντύχοιμι, μηδʼ ἄλαστον ἄνδρʼ ἰδὼν
ἀκερδῆ χάριν μετάσχοιμί πως·
Ζεῦ ἄνα, σοὶ φωνῶ.
1485
ἰὼ *ἰὼ παῖ, *προβᾶθι, βᾶθʼ· εἴτʼ ἄκραν
ἐπιγύαλον ἐναλίῳ *Ποσει-
δανίῳ θεῷ τυγχάνεις
βούθυτον ἑστίαν ἁγίζων, ἱκοῦ.
1495
ὁ γὰρ ξένος σε καὶ πόλισμα καὶ φίλους ἐπαξιοῖ
– δικαίαν χάριν παρασχεῖν παθών.
[σπεῦσον,] ἄϊσσʼ, ὧναξ.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 1447-1496 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 1447 focus
New trouble, strange trouble, deep laden with doom,
From the sight-bereft stranger seems dimly to loom!
Or peers Fate through the gloom?
She will move toward her mark or through shining or shade;
1450
Since no purpose of Gods ever idly was made.
Time sees the fulfilment, who lifteth to-day
What was lowly, and trampleth the lofty to clay.
1455
Thunder! Heavens! what a sound!
Again, yonder crash through the fire-startled air
Wing’d from Zeus, rushes down, till my thin locks of hair,
Stiff with fear, upward stare.
My soul shrinks and cowers, for yon gleam from on high
1465
Darts again! Ne’er in vain hath it leapt from the sky,
But flies forth amain to what task Zeus hath given.
I fear the unknown fatal edict of Heaven!
1470
Lightning glares all around!
Great Heaven, how above me, beside me, around,
Peals redoubled the soul-thrilling sound!
O our God, to this land, to our mother, if aught
Thou wouldst send with some darkness of destiny fraught,
1480
Smile gently once more! With the good let me bear
What of fortune soe’er,—
Taste no cup, touch no food, the doomed sinner may share.
Zeus, to thee, Lord, I cry!
1485
Come, my chief! come with speed! Or, if haply at hand,
On the height where the curved altars stand,
Thou art hallowing with oxen in sacrifice slain
Yonder shrine of Poseidon, dread lord of the main,
Hie thee hither! Be swift! The blind stranger intends
1495
To thee, to thy friends,
To thy city, for burdens imposed, just amends.
Haste thee, King! Hear our cry!
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1447 focus
Auf uns bricht von dem blinden Greis
Ein Unglück, ein neues, graunvoll herein,
Wenn sein Loos ihn jezt nicht ereilt.
1440
(ab.)
Denn was der Götter Schluß verhängt, erfolglos enden sah ich's nie.
Die Zeit, die Zeit führt es aus, welche für den einen Tag
Das Leid, morgen wieder Glück heißt erblüh'n.
(Laute Donnerschläge.)
Hoch in der Luft scholl's! Hilf, Zeus!
Von Zeus' Händen geworfen, horch!
1450
Erscholl's wieder, grauenhaft tosend! Hoch
Sträubt der Schreck das Haar uns empor.
Der Muth erbebt mir; wieder flammt aus Himmelshöh'n herab der Bliz.
Auf welches Ziel deutet er? Ich erzitt're: nicht umsonst
Daher stürmt er, nicht von Unfällen frei.
1455
Heilige Luft! Zeus, hilf uns!
Osieh!
Zweite Strophe.
Heran! Komm, o komm, ob sonst irgendwo,
Ob in der Eb'ne hoch
Du jezt weilst, o Sohn, des Meers hohem Gott
Mit Stieropfern fromm den Herd heiligend.
Der fremde Greis will dir, der Stadt, den Freunden mit gerechtem Dank
1480
Huldigen; denn ihr habt Liebe geübt an ihm.
Eile heran, mein Fürst!
Die Vorigen. Theseus.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 1447 focus
Fresli sorrows hath this hapless stranger
brought
On me and all ; but so hath Heaven decreed,
1450
Which nothing doth in vain ; whilst time beholds
And orders all, inflicting woe on woe.
But, hark ! the thunder roars : almighty Jove !
Again,
Another dreadful clap ! It strikes my soul
With horror, and my hairs do stand on end
1465
With fear. Behold, again the lightnings flash !
I dread the consequence, for not in vain
These signs appear of some calamity
1470
Portentous ever, O ethereal Jove !
Send for the king immediately.
Oh ! haste, my son ;
At Neptune's altar leave the sacrifice
And hither fly, for Ql^ dipus, to thee
And to tliy country grateful, waits to pay
Thy bounties. Haste, O Theseus ! to receive them.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 1447 focus
These are new ills; these horrible events,
Late from this eyeless stranger learnt, are new,
If fate assigns no refuge; but my voice
Knows not to say what the gods decree
1450
Fails of its purpose. Time beholds these things,
Always beholds them; ills of old announced
He saw confirm'd, and hastens in his course
To see the measure of affliction full,
1455
Almighty Jove, what thunders rend the air
Awfully dreadful is this deep'ning roar
Roll'd by the hand of Jove: my hoary hairs
Are rais'd through horror upright on my head, CH
And my soul sinks within me. There again
1465
The rapid lightening flames along the sky
1465
What terrible event doth this portend?
The dread of it appals me: not in vain,
Not unpredictive of some dreadful fate
These thunders roll. - Almighty Jove! again
1470
Wide through th' ethereal vault of heav'n they roll,
Ah me, ah me! Again the thunder's roar
Around us with redoubled fury rolls.
Be merciful, O God, if to this land,
My native country, aught of dire event
1480
Thou bringest, yet be merciful to me;
Nor let me share misfortune as my meed,
Because this man with fated woes oppress'd
I saw: Almighty Jove, on thee I call!
1485
Hither, my son, haste hither, if perchance
On the shore's lowest verge thy pious hand
Burns offerings on the altar to the god,
That rules the ocean, hallow'd, hither come.
1495
The stranger, grateful for thy courteous deeds,
Just recompense to thee, thy state, thy friends
Wishes to pay: come then, O king, with speed.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1448-1495 focus