Stasimon 3
[Choral]
Shall I move my white foot in the night-long dance, aroused to a frenzy,
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throwing my head to the dewy air, like a fawn sporting in the green pleasures of the meadow, when it has escaped a fearful chase beyond the watchers
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over the well-woven nets, and the hunter hastens his dogs on their course with his call, while she, with great exertion and a storm-swift running, rushes along the plain by the river, rejoicing
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in the solitude apart from men and in the thickets of the shady-foliaged woods.
What is wisdom? Or what greater honor do the gods give to mortals than to hold one’s hand
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in strength over the head of enemies? What is good is always dear.
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Divine strength is roused with difficulty, but still is sure. It chastises those mortals
who honor folly and those who in their insanity do not extol the gods. The gods cunningly conceal the long pace of time and
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hunt the impious. For it is not right to determine or plan anything beyond the laws. For it is a light expense to hold that whatever is divine has power,
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and that which has been law for a long time is eternal and has its origin in nature.
What is wisdom? Or what greater honor do the gods give to mortals than to hold one’s hand
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in strength over the head of enemies? What is good is always dear.
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Happy is he The archaic sound of the English happy is he..., with its implicit echo of the beatitudes from the Sermon on the Mount, is appropriate here, for the chorus is describing beatitudes of a kind (though not strictly religious beatitudes) as appear at 73ff. who has fled a storm on the sea, and reached harbor. Happy too is he who has overcome his hardships.
One surpass another in different ways, in wealth or power. There are innumerable hopes to innumerable men, and some result in wealth to mortals, while others fail.
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But I call him blessed whose life is happy day to day.
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