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Oedipus
It was Apollo, friends, Apollo who brought these troubles [1330] to pass, these terrible, terrible troubles. But the hand that struck my eyes was none other than my own, wretched that I am! [1335] Why should I see, when sight showed me nothing sweet?

Chorus
These things were just as you say.

Oedipus
What, my friends, can I behold anymore, what can I love, what greeting can touch my ear with joy? Hurry, friends, [1340] lead me from the land, lead me from here, the utterly lost, [1345] the thrice-accursed, the mortal most hateful to the gods!

Chorus
Wretched alike for your fortune and for your understanding of it, would that I had never known you!

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    • Raphael Kühner, Bernhard Gerth, Ausführliche Grammatik der griechischen Sprache, KG 3.6.1
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