Oedipus Tyrannus
Sophocles
Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 1: The Oedipus Tyrannus. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1887.
- Alas, countless are the sorrows I bear.
- A plague is on all our people, and thought can find no weapon for defense. The fruits of the glorious earth do not grow; by no birth of offspring do women surmount the pangs in which they shriek.
- You can see life after life speed away, like a bird on the wing, swifter than irresistible fire, to the shore of the western god.
- With such deaths, past numbering, the city perishes.