EL.  Awaiting him I endlessly endure;
Unwed and childless still I go,
        With tears in constant flow,
Girt round with misery that finds no cure. 
But he forgets his wrong and all my teaching. 
What message have I sent beseeching,
But baffled flies back idly home? 
Ever he longs, he saith, but, longing, will not come.

CH.  Take heart, dear child! still mighty in the sky II 2
Is Zeus who ruleth all things and surveys. 
Commit to him thy grief that surgeth high,
        And walk in safer ways,
Let not hate vex thee sore,
        Nor yet ignore
The cause of hate and sorrow in thy breast. 
        Time bringeth rest: 
All is made easy through his power divine. 
The heir of Agamemnon’s line
Who dwells by Crisa’s pastoral strand
Shall yet return unto his native land;
And he shall yet regard his own
Who reigns beneath upon his Stygian throne.

EL.  Meanwhile my life falls from me in despair
Years pass and patience nought avails: 
        My heart within me fails: 
Orphaned I pine without protecting care;
And like a sojourner all unregarded
At slave-like labour unrewarded
I toil within my father’s hall
Thus meanly attired, and starved, a table-serving thrall.

CH.  Sad was thy greeting when he reached the strand, III 1
Piteous thy crying where thy father lay
        On that fell day
When the bronze edge with dire effect was driven. 
        By craft ’twas planned,
By frenzied lust the blow was given: 
Mother and father of a monstrous birth,
Whether a God there wrought or mortal of the Earth.

EL.  O day beyond all days that yet have rolled
Most hateful in thy course of light! 
        O horror of that night! 
O hideous feast, abhorr’d, not to be told! 
How could I bear it, when my father’s eye
Saw death advancing from the ruthless pair,
Conjoint in cruel villany,
By whom my life was plunged in black despair? 
Oh, to the workers of such deeds as these
        May great Olympus’ Lord
Return of evil still afford,
Nor let them wear the gloss of sovran ease!

CH.  Take thought to keep thy crying within bound.  III 2
Doth not thy sense enlighten thee to see
        How recklessly
Even now thou winnest undeserved woe? 
        Still art thou found
To make thy misery overflow
Through self-bred gloomy strife.  But not for long
Shall one alone prevail who strives against the strong.

EL.  ’Twas dire oppression taught me my complaint
I know my rage a quenchless fire: 
        But nought, however dire,
Shall visit this my frenzy with restraint,
Or check my lamentation while I live. 
Dear friends, kind women of true Argive breed,
Say, who can timely counsel give
Or word of comfort suited to my need? 
Beyond all cure shall this my cause be known. 
        No counsels more!  Ah leave,
Vain comforters, and let me grieve
With ceaseless pain, unmeasured in my moan.