Philoctetes

Sophocles

Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 4: The Philoctetes. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1898.

  1. Goddess of the hills, Earth all-nourishing, mother of Zeus himself, you through whose realm the great Pactolus
  2. rolls golden sands! There, there also, dread Mother, I called upon your name, when all the insults of the Atreids landed upon this man, when they handed over his father’s armor, that sublime marvel,
  3. to the son of Laertes. Hear it, blessed queen, who rides on bull-slaughtering lions!
Philoctetes
  1. It seems that you have come to me, friends, well commended by a grief that matches my own.