Capitolo 13
It is ye that, deep under of the earth,
Hands revenge strange on deadly man,
The powers of the grave, on You we cry!
And to Zeus the Savior, watch
Of mortals' holy purity!
Receives ye us--holds clock and custody
Above of the unmarried and suppliant ribbon!
Chaste is the heart of this Your earth
Toward the weak! but, first the crowd,
The playful swarm, from jumped Egypt,
I jump before on the covered with sand beach,
You thrust again again their rapid-rowed barking,
Reject them, exhort them to the principal!
And there, 'the mean storm and the shine of lightning,
It is scudding they go adrift and the roar of the thunder,
Deep death is theirs in tempestuous salty water!
Before they dishonestly grabs and victory
Us, young girl-children of their log,
And it climbs the denied law couch,
And it offends every reluctant and weak bride.
And now on her I call,
You dig ancestress that far in the beach of Egypt
The semblance of a young cow brought,--
A young girl once, from the malevolence of changed Hera!
And then on him the withal,
Who, as among the flowers the creature of pasture
varied,
It was her from a breath of conceived Zeus;
And, as the time of birth drew nearby,
From carried out fate, he came to the light;
And Epaphus for name,
Been Born by the touch of Zeus, his/her child received.
On him, I cry on him,
And him for taking of patron--
While in this it is worth grassy I am standing,
Where here erred of old man!
And here, narrating all she tires him and it grieves,
Signals want me I show to those that dominate the earth
What I am child of his; and all will understand,
Clearly feeling the doubtful history of the past weak sort.
And, first the end will be,
Every man the truth of that that I say will see.
And if it indulges very hard there from
One specialized to read from augury of the bird-notes,
That man, when through his/her ears it will thrill ours
crying moan,
It will hold him it hears the voice the complaining history,