§1.422μηδ’ ἐκπερᾶσαι κῦμα τῆσδε ξυμφορᾶς. §1.423Φεῦ τῆς Ἑβραίων, πη προβήσεται, φρενός· §1.424Τί τέρμα τόλμης καὶ θράσους γενήσεται, §1.425εἰ καὶ Θεοῦ τολμῶσι τεκταίνειν φόνον; §1.426καὐτοῦ μὲν οὔ μοι φροντίς· οὐ γάρ που μόρος §1.427κατακρατήσει θανατοῦντος τὸν μόρον· §1.428ἔτικτον αὐτὸν, οἶδα δ’ ὡς ἐγεινάμην §1.429στερρὰς φυγοῦσα τῶν τόκων ἀλγηδόνας· §1.430αὐτοὺς δὲ πενθῶ συμφορᾷ κεχρημένους· §1.431ἔσται γὰρ, ἔσται ποινάτωρ δίκη φόνου, §1.432ὃν δυσσεβεῖς τολμῶσιν ἀνόμως φθόνῳ. §1.433Αἲ αἰ §1.434Οὐ νῦν τὸ πρῶτον, ἀλλὰ πολλάκις φθόνος §1.435ἔβλαψε πολλοὺς, οὐ τόσον δ’, ὅσον φίλους §1.436αὐτοῦ τανῦν βλάψειεν, Ἑβραίων ὄχλον. §1.437Τί τούσδε κινεῖς, ἀναμοχλεύεις λόγους; §1.438Ὀλωλέ σοι Παῖς, καὶ κινεῖς πολλοὺς §1.439Ὦ δεινὰ λέξασ’, οὐχὶ συγκλείσεις στόμα,. §1.440Σωτῆρα κόσμου σὺ δοκεῖς ὀλωλέναι; §1.441βραχὺ προβᾶσα Παιδὸς ὄψει σου πάθη §1.442ψυχῆς ἀγῶνα τὸν προκείμενον πέρι §1.443τρέχοντος, ᾡ ξῶντ᾿ ἢ θανόντα νῦν ἴδῃς. §1.444Οἴμοι, τί λεύσω;
\nnor even to cross the wave of this misfortune.\n\nAlas for the mind of the Hebrews, whither will it proceed?\n\nWhat end of daring and insolence will there be,\n\nif they dare to contrive even the murder of God?\n\nAnd of Him indeed I have no care; for surely death\n\nwill not master the one who puts death to death.\n\nI gave birth to Him, and I know how I brought Him forth,\n\nhaving escaped the harsh pangs of childbirth.\n\nBut I mourn for them, afflicted by misfortune;\n\nfor there will be, there will be a punishing justice for the murder,\n\nwhich the impious dare unlawfully out of envy.\n\nAlas, alas.\n\nNot now for the first time, but often has envy\n\nharmed many, but not so much as it might now harm his friends,\n\nthe crowd of the Hebrews.\n\nWhy do you stir up, why do you pry into these words?\n\nYour Child has perished, and you stir up many...\n\nO you who have spoken terrible things, will you not close your mouth?\n\nDo you think the Savior of the world has perished?\n\nHaving advanced a little, you will see the sufferings of your Child,\n\nrunning concerning the proposed contest of life,\n\nwhom you may now see living or dead.\n\nAlas, what shall I behold?
Χερσὶ τῶν ἀλαστόρων, §1.445θεηγενές μοι Τέκνον, ἕλκῃ καὶ φέρεις, §1.446ἐις δεσμά ἦλθες καὶ θέλων ἄγῃ σφίσιν, §1.447ὁ δεσμολύτης τοῦ γένους τῶν δεσμίων. §1.448Ἒ ἒ ἔ· §1.449Ταῦτ᾿ ξυνῳδὰ τοῖς πρὶν ἀγγέλου λόγοις §1.450οὐδ’ ἐλπίσι ξύμφωνα ταῖς ἐμαῖς, Τέκνον. §1.451Ἀλλὰ ξυνῳδὰ τοῖς προηγορευμένοις, §1.452οἷς εἶπε παθεῖν χερσὶ τῶν ἀλαστόρων. §1.453Αἲ αἰ, τὶ δράσω;
By the hands of the avenging demons,\n\nmy divinely-born Child, you are dragged and carried away;\n\nyou have come to bonds and are willingly led by them,\n\nyou, the deliverer of the race of captives.\n\nAh, ah, ah.\n\nThese things are in harmony with the previous words of the messenger,\n\nbut not in accord with my hopes, Child.\n\nBut they are in harmony with what was predicted,\n\nin which he said he would suffer at the hands of the avenging demons.\n\nAlas, alas, what shall I do?
καρδία γὰρ οἴχεται. §1.454Πη τίη πορεύῃ, Τέκνον;
For my heart is gone.\n\nWhither and why do you journey, Child?
ὡς ἀπωλόμην· §1.455Ἕχητι τίνος τὸν ταχὺν τελεῖς δρόμον; §1.456Μὴ γάμος αὖθις ἐν Κανᾶ, κἀκεῖ τρέχεις, §1.457ἵν᾿ ἐξ ὕδατος οἰνοποιήσῃς ξένως; §1.458Ἐφέψομαί σοι, Τέκνον, ἢ μενῶ σ’ ἔτι; §1.459Δὸς δὸς λόγον μοι, τοῦ Θεοῦ Πατρός Λόγε, §1.460μὴ δὴ παρέλθῃς σίγα δούλην μητέρα· §1.461νῦν γὰρ στόματος φιλίου χρῄζω σέθεν §1.462φωνῆς ἀκοῦσαι καὶ προσειπεῖν, ὦ Τέκνον. §1.463Δός μοι, πρὸς αὐτοῦ Πατρός, ὦ Τέκνον, σέθεν, §1.464σοῦ θεσπεσίου χρωτὸς ἅψασθαι χεροῖν §1.465ψαῦσαι ποδῶν τε καὶ περιπτύξασθαί σε.
How I am ruined!\n\nFor whose sake do you complete this swift course?\n\nIs there perhaps another marriage in Cana, and you run thither,\n\nso that you may strangely make wine out of water?\n\nShall I follow you, Child, or shall I still wait for you?\n\nGive, give me a word, O Word of God the Father,\n\ndo not indeed pass by your servant mother in silence;\n\nfor now I need to hear a voice from your dear mouth\n\nand to address you, O Child.\n\nGrant me, by your Father Himself, O Child,\n\nto touch with my hands your divine body,\n\nto touch your feet and to embrace you.\n\nAlas, alas, what shall I do?
§1.466Φεῦ φεῦ, τί δράσω; καρδία μου δίκεται. §1.467Ὠ δεῦτε, φίλαι, δεῦτε, λίπωμεν φόβον, §1.468προσέλθατ᾿, ἀσπάσασθε καὶ προσείπατε, §1.469λάζεσθε χειρὸς δεξιᾶς.
My heart is torn.\n\nOh come, friends, come, let us leave fear aside,\n\napproach, greet and address him,\n\ntake hold of his right hand.
Τάλαιν’ ἐγὼ. §1.470ὡς ἀρτίδακρύς εἰμι καὶ φόβου πλέα. §1.471Αἲ αἴ· πανώλης ἡ τάλαιν’ ἀπόλλυμαι. §1.472Γυναῖκες, ὄψιν στυγνὰν ὡς εἶδον τέκνου, §1.473ποθῶ τεθνάναι, ζῆν δ’ ἔτ᾿ οὐδαμῶς φέρω.
Wretched that I am,\n\nhow ready I am for tears and full of fear.\n\nAlas, alas; completely ruined, I, wretched, perish.\n\nWomen, since I saw the sorrowful face of my child,\n\nI desire to die, and I can no longer bear to live.\n\nAlas, what shall I do?
§1.474οἴμοι, τί δράσω; πῶς λάθω λαῶν χέρας; §1.475ἐχθροὶ γὰρ ἐξίασι πάντα δὴ κάλων, §1.476κοὐκ ἔστιν ἄτης εὐπρόσοιστος ἔκβασις.
How shall I escape the hands of the crowds?\n\nFor the enemies are putting forth every effort,\n\nand there is no easily accessible escape from ruin.\n\nWhat then, what shall I do?
§1.477Τί γοῦν τί δράσω; πῶς φύγω τόσους βρόχους; §1.478Οὐκ οἶδ’, ἀδελφὴ φιλτάτη· δέδοικα γὰρ, §1.479κἀμοὶ κατ᾿ ὄσσων θερμὸν ὡρμήθη δάκρυ. §1.480ὀπισθόπους δ’ ἔξιθι καὶ σιγῇ βᾶθι. §1.481Ἕρπ᾿ εἰς τὰ δεινά· νῦν ἀγὼν εὐψυχίας· §1.482ἡμεῖς δ’ ἐφεψόμεσθα δειλαίᾳ βάσει· §1.483ὄχλος γὰρ αὐτὸν μαινόλης περιτρέχει, §1.484κοὐ δεῖ πελάζειν ἐγγὺς ἐνθυμουμένοις. §1.485βαρεῖα γὰρ φρὴν, οὐδ’ ἀνέξεται βλέπειν §1.486ὅμιλος ἐχθρὸς, δυσμενὴς, μιαιφόνος §1.487ὁρμήν τε δεινὸς στυγερᾶς γνώμης ῥοπῇ, §1.488ἄγριον ἦθος, βαρβάρου φύσις φρενός. §1.489Δέδοικα δ’ αὐτὸν, μή τι βουλεύσας νέον §1.490δριμυτέραν σοι συμφορὰν συσκευάσῃ· §1.491καὶ κάρτα τόνδ’ ὁρῶσα δειμαίνω πλέον, §1.492μὴ θηκτὸν ὤσῃ φάσγανον δι’ ἥπατος, §1.493κἄπειτα μείζω συμφορὰν δέξῃ νέαν, §1.494ἔγκατα Παιδὸς εἰ λεωφόρος §1.495Ἀλλ’ ἐκκλίνασαι βραχὺ τῶν ἀλαστόρων §1.496ἐπισκοπῶμεν δρᾶμα τῶν μιαιφόνων. §1.497Ἴωμεν οὖν, ἴωμεν, ᾗχί που νάπος. §1.498Νικᾶτ’, ἐπειδὴ ταῦτα πάσαις ἁνδάνει· §1.499καὶ λοιπὸν ἀπίωμεν, ἔνθ᾿ ὑμῖν δοκεῖ. §1.500Ἐντεῦθεν ἀθρεῖν ὡς ἐξ ἀπόπτου δέον. §1.501Δειλαί᾿ ἐγὼ δύστηνος, ὡς Παῖδ’ οὐχ ὁρῶ §1.502πάσχοντα δεινὰ, μέχρι καὶ τύμβος λάβῃ. §1.503ὄχλους δ’ ἔφυγον, ἳνα μή τι καὶ πάθω. §1.504Τί μοι δ’ ἔτι ζῆν κέρδος ἐστὶν ἐν βίῳ; §1.505Αἴθ᾿ πότμῳ καταλύσαιμ᾿ ἂν τάχει, §1.506εἰ μὴ μεγάλως καταγηράσκειν ἔχω, §1.507ὡς ἐλπίς ἐστι Παιδὸς ἀνισταμένου
How shall I flee so many snares?\n\nI know not, dearest sister; for I fear,\n\nand warm tears have rushed down from my eyes as well.\n\nGo back, and go in silence.\n\nAdvance into the dangers; now is the contest of courage;\n\nand we shall follow with timid steps;\n\nfor a mad crowd runs around him,\n\nand those who are mindful ought not to draw near.\n\nFor their mind is harsh, and they will not tolerate to look,\n\nthe hostile, malevolent, murderous crowd,\n\nand terrible in their impulse by the inclination of their hateful will,\n\na savage character, the nature of a barbarian mind.\n\nAnd I fear him, lest having planned some new thing\n\nhe may prepare a harsher misfortune for you;\n\nand seeing him indeed I fear much more,\n\nlest he thrust a sharpened sword through your liver,\n\nand then you receive a new, greater misfortune,\n\nif the road be strewn with the entrails of the Child...\n\nBut having turned away a little from the avenging demons,\n\nlet us observe the drama of the murderers.\n\nLet us go then, let us go, where there is some glade.\n\nYou prevail, since this pleases you all;\n\nand for the rest let us depart whither it seems good to you.\n\nSince it is necessary to watch from here as if from a distance.\n\nWretched, unhappy me, how shall I not look upon my Child suffering terrible things,\n\neven until the tomb receives him?\n\nAnd I fled the crowds, so that I might not suffer anything myself.\n\nWhat profit is there for me to still live in life?\n\nWould that I might quickly end my life by fate,\n\nunless I have to grow very old,\n\nsince there is hope of the Child rising again.