Chorus
Whoever with wicked mind and unjust rage regarding your rites, Bacchus, and those of your mother, comes with raving heart [1000] and mad disposition violently to overcome by force what is invincible—death is the discipline for his purposes, accepting no excuses when the affairs of the gods are concerned; to act like a mortal—this is a life that is free from pain. 1 [1005] I do not envy wisdom, but rejoice in hunting it. But other things are great and manifest. Oh, for life to flow towards the good, to be pure and pious day and night, and to honor the gods, [1010] banishing customs that are outside of justice. Let manifest justice go forth, let it go with sword in hand, slaying through the throat [1015] this godless, lawless, unjust, earth-born offspring of Echion.
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