Saturday, April 06, 2024

 

Slaughter

Homer, Odyssey 11.412-415 (Agamemnon to Odysseus; tr. A.T. Murray):
So I died by a most pitiful death, and round about me the rest of my comrades
were slain unceasingly like white-tusked swine,
which are slaughtered in the house of a rich man of great might
at a marriage feast, or a joint meal, or a rich drinking-bout.

ὣς θάνον οἰκτίστῳ θανάτῳ· περὶ δ᾽ ἄλλοι ἑταῖροι
νωλεμέως κτείνοντο σύες ὣς ἀργιόδοντες,
οἵ ῥά τ᾽ ἐν ἀφνειοῦ ἀνδρὸς μέγα δυναμένοιο
ἢ γάμῳ ἢ ἐράνῳ ἢ εἰλαπίνῃ τεθαλυίῃ.        415
Greek Anthology 10.85 (by Palladas; tr. W.R. Paton):
We are all kept and fed for death,
like a herd of swine to be slain without reason.

πάντες τῷ θανάτῳ τηρούμεθα, καὶ τρεφόμεσθα
    ὡς ἀγέλη χοίρων σφαζομένων ἀλόγως.
The same (tr. Tony Harrison):
Death feeds us up, keeps an eye on our weight
and herds us like pigs through the abattoir gate.



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