There is an oracle of Necessity,[569] an ancient ordinance of the
gods, eternal and sealed fast by broad oaths, that whenever one of the
dæmons, whose portion is length of days, has sinfully polluted his
hands with blood,[570] or followed strife and <<5>> forsworn himself,
he must wander thrice ten thousand years from the abodes of the
blessed, being born throughout the time in all manners of mortal
forms, changing one toilsome path of life for another. For the mighty
Air drives him into the Sea, and the Sea spews him forth on the dry
Earth; Earth tosses him into the beams of the blazing Sun, and he
<<10>> flings him back to the eddies of Air. One takes him from the
other, and all reject him. One of these I now am, an exile and a
wanderer from the gods, for that I put my trust in insensate strife.
R. P. 181.
(116)
Charis loathes intolerable Necessity.
(117)
For I have been ere now a boy and a girl, a bush and a bird and a dumb
fish in the sea. R. P. 182.
(118)
I wept and I wailed when I saw the unfamiliar land. R. P. 182.
(119)
From what honour, from what a height of bliss have I fallen to go
about among mortals here on earth.
(120)
We have come under this roofed-in cave.[571]
(121)
... the joyless land, where are Death and Wrath and troops of Dooms
besides; and parching Plagues and Rottennesses and Floods roam in
darkness over the meadow of Ate.
(122, 123)
There were[572] Chthonie and far-sighted Heliope, bloody Discord and
gentle-visaged Harmony, Kallisto and Aischre, Speed and Tarrying,
lovely Truth and dark-haired Uncertainty, Birth and Decay, Sleep and
Waking, Movement and Immobility, crowned Majesty and Meanness, Silence
and Voice. <<5>> R. P. 182 a.
(124)
Alas, O wretched race of mortals, twice unblessed: such are the
strifes and groanings from which ye have been born!
(125)
From living creatures he made them dead, changing their forms.
(126)
(The goddess) clothing them with a strange garment of flesh.[573]
(127)
Among beasts they[574] become lions that make their lair on the hills
and their couch on the ground; and laurels among trees with goodly
foliage. R. P. 181 b.
(128)
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