Destiny guide me constantly Destiny discover me filled with reverence pure in word and deed. Excellent laws tower above us, reared on high born for the fantastic vault of paradise– Olympian Sky their only father, nothing mortal, no male provided birth, 960 their memory deathless, never lost in sleep: within them lives a mighty god, the god does not grow old. Pride types the autocrat.
violent pride, gorging, packed to rupturing ith all that is overripe and abundant with ruin– 965 clawing approximately the heights, headlong pride crashes down the void– large doom! No footing helps, all foothold lost and gone. However the healthy strife that makes the city strong– I hope that god will never end that fumbling: 970 god, my champion, I will never let you go. However if any man comes stepping, high and mighty in all he says and does, no worry of justice, no reverence or the temples of the gods– 975 let a rough doom tear him down, repay his pride, breakneck, ruinous pride! If he can not enjoy his revenues relatively can not limit himself from outrage– mad, laying hands on the holy things untouchable! 980 Can such a man, so desperate, still boast he can conserve his life from the flashing bolts of god? If all such violence chooses honor now why sign up with the spiritual dance?
Never ever once again will I go reverent to Delphi, 985 the inviolate heart of Earth or Apollo’s ancient oracle at Abae or Olympia of the fires– unless these predictions all come to life for all mankind to point towards in marvel. 990 King of kings, if you deserve your titles Zeus, remember, never forget! You and your deathless, everlasting reign. They are dying, the old oracles sent to Laius, now our masters strike them off the rolls. 995 Nowhere Apollo’s golden glory now– the gods, the gods decrease.