Chorus: Zeus, who guided men to think who laid it down that wisdom comes alone through suffering. Still there drips in sleep against the heart grief of memory; against our pleasure we are temperate.

The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.

There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

Many men who transgress justice, honor appearance over reality.

Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.

What good is it to live a life that brings pains?

Know not to revere human things too much.