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Steeped, alas, in threefold woe.

Deadly deeds to tell of.

Deadly to behold.

Woe, woe, for wretched Fate,

Donor of baleful dower!

Woe for the shade august of Œdipus!

O swart Erinys strong art thou in power!

This in sooth by proof thou knowest.

Thou not later this hast learned.

To this city when thou camest.

And 'gainst him thy spear hast turned.

Woe! alas! Dire trouble!

Woe! alas! Dire grief.