
English: 
Then know, yes, know it well!
You will not live through many more
courses of the sun's swift chariot,
before you will give in return one sprung from 
your own loins, a corpse in requital for corpses.
For you have thrust below one of those of the upper air 
and irreverently lodged a living soul in the grave,
you detain in this world that 
which belongs to the infernal gods:
a corpse unburied, unmourned, unholy.
In the dead you have no part, nor do the gods above, 
but in this you do them violence.
For these crimes the avenging destroyers, 
the Furies of Hades and of the gods,
in ambush for you, waiting to seize you
in these same sufferings.
And look closely if I tell you this with a silvered palm.

Modern Greek (1453-): 
ἀλλ᾽ εὖ γέ τοι κάτισθι μὴ πολλοὺς ἔτι
τρόχους ἁμιλλητῆρας ἡλίου τελεῖν,
ἐν οἷσι τῶν σῶν αὐτὸς ἐκ σπλάγχνων 
ἕνα νέκυν νεκρῶν ἀμοιβὸν ἀντιδοὺς ἔσει
ἀνθ᾽ ὧν ἔχεις μὲν τῶν ἄνω βαλὼν κάτω
ψυχήν τ᾽ ἀτίμως ἐν τάφῳ κατῴκισας,
ἔχεις δὲ τῶν κάτωθεν ἐνθάδ᾽ αὖ θεῶν
ἄμοιρον, ἀκτέριστον, ἀνόσιον νέκυν.
ὧν οὔτε σοὶ μέτεστιν οὔτε τοῖς ἄνω θεοῖσιν, 
ἀλλ᾽ ἐκ σοῦ βιάζονται τάδε.
τούτων σε λωβητῆρες ὑστεροφθόροι
λοχῶσιν Ἅιδου καὶ θεῶν Ἐρινύες,
ἐν τοῖσιν αὐτοῖς τοῖσδε ληφθῆναι κακοῖς.
καὶ ταῦτ᾽ ἄθρησον εἰ κατηργυρωμένος λέγω•

Modern Greek (1453-): 
φανεῖ γὰρ οὐ μακροῦ χρόνου τριβὴ
ἀνδρῶν γυναικῶν σοῖς δόμοις κωκύματα.
ἐχθραὶ δὲ πᾶσαι συνταράσσονται πόλεις,
ὅσων σπαράγματ᾽ ἢ κύνες καθήγνισαν
ἢ θῆρες ἤ τις πτηνὸς οἰωνός, 
φέρων ἀνόσιον ὀσμὴν ἑστιοῦχον ἐς πόλιν.
τοιαῦτά σου, λυπεῖς γάρ, ὥστε τοξότης ἀφῆκα θυμῷ
καρδίας τοξεύματα βέβαια,
τῶν σὺ θάλπος οὐχ ὑπεκδραμεῖ.
ὦ παῖ, σὺ δ᾽ ἡμᾶς ἄπαγε πρὸς δόμους,
ἵνα τὸν θυμὸν οὗτος ἐς νεωτέρους ἀφῇ,
καὶ γνῷ τρέφειν τὴν γλῶσσαν ἡσυχαιτέραν
τὸν νοῦν τ᾽ ἀμείνω τῶν φρενῶν ἢ νῦν φέρει.

English: 
A time not long to be delayed will reveal in your house
wailing over men and over women.
All the cities are stirred up in hostility, 
whose mangled corpses the dogs,
or the wild beasts or some winged bird buried, carrying 
an unholy stench to the city, in each man's hearth.
There, now, are arrows for your heart, 
since you provoke me,
launched at you, archer-like, in my anger.
They fly true—you cannot run from their burning sting.
Boy, lead me home,
so that he may launch his rage against younger men,
and learn to keep a quieter tongue
and a better mind within his breast than he now bears.

English: 
(Exit Teiresias)
"ἐχθραὶ δὲ πᾶσαι συνταράσσονται πόλεις, 
ὅσων σπαράγματ᾽ ἢ κύνες καθήγνισαν 
ἢ θῆρες ἤ τις πτηνὸς οἰωνός,
φέρων ἀνόσιον ὀσμὴν ἑστιοῦχον ἐς πόλιν. "
 
(All the cities are stirred up in hostility,
whose mangled corpses 
the dogs, or the wild beasts or some winged bird buried, 
carrying an unholy stench to the city, 
in each man's hearth.)
 
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