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Ah! hapless mothers,  behold this sea of troubles! Chorus
Our nails have ploughed our cheeks in furrows, and over our heads have we strewn ashes. Adrastus
Ah me! ah me! Oh that earth's floor would swallow me,  or the whirlwind snatch me away, or Zeus's flaming bolt descend upon my head! Chorus
Bitter the marriages you witnessed, bitter the oracle of Phoebus!  The curse of Oedipus, full of sorrow, after desolating his house, has come on you.