Who is a more wretched slave to fierce plagues and troubles, with all his life reversed? Alas, renowned Oedipus! The same bounteous harbor was sufficient for you, both as child and as father, to make your nuptial couch in. Oh, how can the soilin which your father sowed, unhappy man, have endured you in silence for so long?

ChorusTime the all-seeing has found you out, against your will: he judges the monstrous marriage in whichparent and child have long been one. Alas, child of Laius, would that I had never seen you. I wail as one who pours a dirge from his lips.