1 ... singing the praises of sheep-sacrificing Pytho, and Nemea and the Isthmus. I will make my boast, laying my hand on the earth— [20] every debt of praise shines in the light of truth—no Greek, boy or man, has won more victories in his age-group. [25] Zeus, whose spear is the thunderbolt, by the banks of the silver-whirling Alpheus may you also fulfill his prayers for great god-given glory, and place on his head a gray-green wreath [30] of Aetolian olive in the famous games of Phrygian Pelops.
1 The text of str. 1 is fragmentary.
Bacchylides. Diane Arnson Svarlien. Odes. 1991.
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