Ah that somewhere in the upper air I might find a seat against which the dank clouds turn into snow, or some bare, inaccessible crag,beyond sight, brooding in solitude, beetling, vulture-haunted, to bear witness to my plunge into the depths before I am ever forced into a marriage that would pierce my heart!
ChorusThereafter I refuse not to become a booty for dogs and a banquet for the local birds; for death is freedom from misery-loving evils. Come death, death be my doom,before the marriage-bed! How can I yet find some means of escape to deliver me from marriage?
Chorus
Shriek aloud, with a cry that reaches heaven, strains of supplication to the gods;O father, give heed that they are somehow accomplished to my safety and tranquility. Behold deeds of violence with no kind glance in your just eyes!Have respect for your suppliants, O Zeus, omnipotent upholder of the land!
Chorus
For the males of the race of Aegyptus, intolerable in their wantonness, chase after me,a fugitive, with clamorous lewdness and seek to lay hold of me with violence. But yours alone is the beam of the balance, and without you what is accomplished for mortals?