Stasimon 1
[Choral 3]
my limbs that trip even swift runners—unendurable ruin.
375
[Choral 4]
For it remains. We are skilled in plotting, powerful in execution, and we remember evil deeds; we are revered and hard for mortals to appease,
Chorus
pursuing our allotted office which is without rights, without honor, separated from the gods in sunless light—our office that makes the path rough for seeing and dim-sighted alike.
385
What mortal, then, does not
stand in awe and dread of this, when he hears from me the law ordained by Fate, given by the gods for perfect fulfilment? My ancient privilege still remains, I do not meet with dishonor,
390
although I have my place under the earth and in sunless darkness.
395
