THE SIBYLLINE ORACLES.
      
      
      
        
      
      
      
      BOOK V.
      
      BUT come, now, hear of me the mournful time 
Of sons of Latium. And first of all, 
After the kings of Egypt were destroyed 
And the like earth had downwards borne them all, 
      And after Pella's townsman, under whom 
The whole East and the rich West were cast down, 
whom Babylon dishonored, and stretched out 
For Philip a dead body (not of Zeus, 
Of Ammon not true things were prophesied), 
      And after that one of the race and blood 
Of king Assaracus, who came from Troy, 
Even he who cleft the violence of fire, 
And after many lords, and after men 
To Ares dear, and after the young babes, 
      The children of the beast that feeds on sheep, 
The very first lord shall be, who shall sum 
      Twice ten with the first letter of his name; 
      In wars exceeding powerful shall he be; 
      And he shall have the initial sign of ten; 
      And in like manner after him to reign 
      Is one who has the alphabet's first letter; 
      Before him Thrace and Sicily shall crouch, 
      Then Memphis, Memphis cast headlong to earth 
      By reason of the cowardice of rulers 
      And of a woman unenslaved who falls 
      Upon the wave. And laws will he ordain 
      For peoples and put all things under him; 
      But after a long time shall he transmit 
      His power unto another, who shall have 
      Three hundred for his first initial sign, 
      And of a river the beloved name, 
      And the Persians he shall rule and Babylon; 
      And then shall he smite Medians with his spear. 
      Then shall one rule who has the initial sign 
      Of the number three. And then shall be a lord 
      Who shall for first initial have twice ten; 
      And he shall come to Ocean's utmost water 
      And by Ausonia cleave the refluent tide. 
      And one whose mark is fifty shall be lord, 
      A dreadful serpent breathing grievous war, 
      Who sometime stretching forth his hands shall make 
      An end of his own race and stir all things, 
      Acting the athlete, driving chariots, 
      Putting to death and daring countless things; 
      And he shall cleave the mountain of two seas 
      And sprinkle it with gore; but out of sight 
      Shall also vanish the destructive man; 
      Then, making himself equal unto God, 
      Shall he return; but God will prove him naught. 
      And after him shall three kings be destroyed 
      By one another. Then a great destroyer 
      Of pious men shall come, whom seven times ten 
      Shall point out clearly. But from him a son, 
      Whom the first letter of three hundred proves, 
      Shall take the power. And after him shall be 
      A ruler, of the initial sign of four, 
      A life-destroyer. Then a reverend man 
      Of the number fifty. Next, succeeding him 
      Who has the first mark of the initial sign 
      Three hundred, shall a Celtic mountaineer, 
      Into the strife of battle pressing on, 
      Escape not fate unseemly, but shall be 
      Worn weary unto death; him foreign dust, 
      But dust that of Nemea's flower has name, 
      Shall hide a corpse. And after him shall rule 
      Another man, with silver helmet decked; 
      And unto him shall be the name of a sea; 
      And he shall be a man the best of all 
      And in all things discreet. And upon thee, 
      Thou best of all, above all, dark-haired one, 
      And upon thy shoots shall be all these days. 
      After him three shall rule; but the third one 
      Shall at a late time hold the royal power. 
      Worn out am I, thrice-miserable one, 
      Sister of Isis, to lay up in heart 
      An evil message, and an inspired song 
      Of oracles. First Mænades shall dart 
      Around thy much-lamented temple's steps, 
      And thou shalt be in evil hands that day 
      When the Nile some time shall fill the whole land 
      Of Egypt even to sixteen cubits deep; 
      It shall wash all the land, and water it 
      For mortals; and the pleasure of the land 
      Shall be still and the glory of her face. 
      Memphis, thou most shalt over Egypt wail; 
      For of old ruling mightily the land 
      Thou shalt become poor, so that out of heaven 
      The Thunderer shall himself with great voice cry: 
      "O mighty Memphis, who didst boast of old 
      O'er craven mortals greatly, thou shalt wail 
      Full of pain and all-hapless, so that thou 
      Thyself shalt the eternal God perceive 
      Immortal in the clouds. Where among men 
      Is now thy mighty pride? Because thou didst 
      Against my God-anointed children rave, 
      And didst urge evil forward on good men, 
      Thou shalt for such things suffer penalty 
      In some like manner. No more openly 
      For thee shall there be right among the blessed; 
      Fallen from the stars, thou shalt not rise to heaven." 
      Now these things unto Egypt God bade me 
      Speak out for the last time, when men shall be 
      Utterly evil. But they labor hard, 
      Evil men evil things awaiting, wrath 
      Of the immortal Thunderer in heaven, 
      Worshiping stones and beasts instead of God, 
      And also fearing many things besides 
      Which have no speech, nor mind, nor power to hear; 
      Which things it is not right for me to mention, 
      Each one an idol, formed by mortal hands; 
      Of their own labors and presumptuous thoughts 
      Did men receive gods made of wood and stone 
      And brass, and gold and silver, foolish too, 
      Without life and dumb, molten in the fire 
      They made them, vainly trusting such things. . . . 
      Thmois and Xois are in sore distress, 
      And smitten is the hall of Heracles 
      And Zeus and Hermes (king). And as for thee, 
      O Alexandria, famed nourisher 
      (Of cities) war shall not leave, nor (plague) . . . 
      For thy pride thou shalt pay as many things 
      As thou before didst. Silent shalt thou be 
      A long age, and the day of thy return . . . 
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      No more for thee shall flow luxurious drink . . . 
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      For there shall come a Persian on thy dale, 
      And like hail shall he all the land destroy, 
      And artful men, with blood and corpses. . . . 
      By sacred altars one of barbarous mind, 
      Strong, full of blood and raging senselessly, 
      With countless numbers rushing to destruction. 
      And then shalt thou, in cities very rich, 
      Be very weary. Falling on the earth 
      All Asia shall wail on account of gifts 
      Crowning her head with which she was by thee 
      Delighted. But, as he himself obtained 
      The Persian land by lot, he shall make war 
      And killing every man destroy all life, 
      So that there shall remain for wretched mortals 
      A third part. But with nimble leap shall he 
      Himself speed from the West, and all the land 
      Besiege and waste. But when he shall possess 
      The height of power and odious reverence, 
      He shall come, wishing to destroy the city 
      Even of the blessed. And a certain king 
      Sent forth from God against him shall destroy 
      All mighty kings and bravest men. And thus 
      Shall judgement by the Immortal come to men. 
      Alas, alas for thee, unhappy heart! 
      Why dost thou move me to declare these things, 
      The painful rule of Egypt over many? 
      Go to the East, to races of the Persians 
      Who lack in understanding, and show them 
      That which is now and that which is to be. 
      The river of Euphrates shall bring on 
      A deluge, and it shall destroy the Persians, 
      Iberians and Babylonians 
      And the Massagetæ that relish war 
      And trust in bows. All Asia fire-ablaze 
      Shall to the isles beam brightly. Pergamos, 
      Revered of old, shall perish from its base, 
      And Pitane among men shall appear 
      All-desolate. All Lesbos shall sink deep 
      Into the deep, and thus shall be destroyed. 
      Smyrna, whirled down her cliffs, shall wail aloud, 
      She that was once revered and given a name 
      Shall perish utterly. Bithynians 
      Shall over their own country, then reduced 
      To ashes, wail, and o'er great Syria, 
      And o'er Phœnicia that has many tribes. 
      Alas, alas for thee, O Lycia; 
      How many evils does the sea contrive 
      Against thee, mounting up of its own will 
      Upon the painful land! And it shall dash 
      With evil earthquake and with bitter streams 
      On the rough Lycian land that once breathed perfume. 
      And there shall be for Phrygia fearful wrath 
      Because of sorrow for which Rhea came, 
      Mother of Zeus, and there continued long. 
      The sea shall overthrow the Centaur race 
      And barbarous nation, and beneath the earth 
      Shall tear away the Lapithæan land. 
      The river of deep eddies and deep flow, 
      Peneus, shall destroy Thessalian land, 
      Snatching men from the earth. Eridanus 
      (Pretending once to bear the forms, of beasts). 
      Hellas thrice wretched shall the poets weep, 
      When one from Italy shall smite the neck 
      Of the isthmus, mighty king of mighty Rome, 
      A man made equal to God, whom, they say, 
      Zeus himself and the august Hera bore 
      He, courting by his voice all-musical 
      Applause for his sweet Songs, shall put to death 
      With his own wretched mother many men. 
      From Babylon shall flee the fearful lord 
      And shameless whom all mortals and best men 
      Abhor; for he slew many and laid hands 
      Upon the womb; against his wives he sinned 
      And of men stained with blood had he been formed. 
      And he shall come to monarchs of the Medes 
      And Persians, first whom he loved and to whom 
      He brought renown, while with those wicked men 
      He lurked against a nation not desired 
      And on the temple made by God he seized 
      And citizens and people going in, 
      Of whom I justly sang the praise, he burned; 
      For when this man appeared the whole creation 
      Was shaken and kings perished--and yet power 
      Remained among them, and they quite destroyed 
      The mighty city and the righteous people. 
      But when the fourth year a great star shall shine, 
      Which alone shall the whole earth overpower 
      Because of honor, which was first assigned 
      To lord Poseidon; then a great star shall come 
      From heaven into the dreadful sea and burn 
      The vast deep, and Babylon itself, 
      And the land of Italy, because, of which 
      There perished many holy faithful men 
      Among the Hebrews and a people true. 
      Thou shalt be among evil mortals made 
      To suffer evils, but thou shalt remain 
      All-desolate whole ages by thyself 
      Hating thy soil; for thou didst have desire 
      For sorcery, adulteries were with thee 
      And lawless carnal intercourse with boys, 
      Thou evil city, womanish, unjust, 
      Ill-fated above all. Alas, alas! 
      Thou city of the Latin land, unclean 
      In all things, Mænad having joy in snakes, 
      Over thy banks a widow shalt thou sit 
      And the river Tiber shall lament for thee, 
      His consort thee, who hast a blood-stained heart 
      And impious soul. Didst thou not understand 
      What God can do, and what he doth devise? 
      But thou saidst, "I'm alone, and me no one 
      Shall sack." But now shall God, who ever is, 
      Thee and all thine destroy, and in that land 
      No longer shall thy ensign yet remain, 
      As of old, when the mighty God received 
      Thy honors. Stay, O lawless one, alone, 
      And mixed with burning fire inhabit thou 
      In Hades the Tartarean lawless land. 
      And now again, O Egypt, I bewail 
      Thy blind delusion; Memphis, first in toils, 
      Thou shalt be filled up with the dead; in thee 
      The pyramids shall speak a ruthless sound. 
      O Python, who wast justly called of old 
      The double city, be for ages silent, 
      So that thou mayest cease from wickedness. 
      Reckless in evils, treasury of toils, 
      Much-wailing Mænad, suffering, dire ills, 
      Much-weeping, thou a widow shalt remain 
      Through all time. Thou didst full of years become 
      While thou alone wast ruling o'er the world; 
      But when the white dress Barca round herself 
      Shall put on over that which is defiled, 
      Would that I neither were nor had been born. 
      O Thebes, where is thy great strength? A fierce man 
      Shall slay the people; but thou, wretched one, 
      Grasping thy dusky dress shalt wail alone, 
      And thou shalt make atonement for all things 
      Which thou aforetime with a shameless soul 
      Didst perpetrate. They also shall behold 
      A mourning on account of lawless deeds. 
      And a mighty man of the Ethiopians 
      Shall overthrow Syene; by their might 
      Shall swarthy Indians occupy Teucheira. 
      Pentapolis, a man of mighty, strength 
      Shall burn thee whole. All-tearful Libya, 
      Who shall explain thy follies? And Cyrene, 
      Of mortals who shall pitiably weep 
      For thee? Thou shalt not even to the time 
      Of thy destruction cease thy hateful wail. 
      Among the Britons and among the Gauls, 
      Rich in gold, Ocean shall be roaring loud 
      Filled with much blood; for evil things 
      Did they unto God's children, when a king 
      Of the Sidonians, a Phœnician, led 
      A mighty Gallic host from Syria; 
      And he shall slaughter thee, thyself, Ravenna, 
      And unto slaughter shall he lead the way. 
      O Indians and great-hearted Ethiops, 
      Together fear; for when with these the course 
      Of Capricorn and Taurus in the Twins 
      Shall wind about the middle of the heaven, 
      Virgo then rising, and about his front 
      Fastening a belt the sun shall lead all heaven, 
      There shall be moving downwards to the earth 
      A mighty conflagration high in air, 
      And a new nature in the warlike stars, 
      so that the whole land of the Ethiops 
      Shall perish in the midst of fire and groans. 
      And weep thou, Corinth, the destruction sad 
      Which is in thee; for when with pliant threads 
      The Fates three sisters, spinning shall aloft 
      Lead him who flees by guile against the voice 
      Of the isthmus, until all shall look at him 
      Who once cut out the rock with ductile brass, 
      He also shall destroy and smite thy land, 
      As it hath been appointed. For to him 
      God gave strength to accomplish that which could 
      No earlier of all the kings together. 
      And first with sickle cleaving off the roots 
      From three heads he shall give food in excess 
      To others, so that kings unclean shall eat 
      The flesh of parents. For unto all men 
      Slaughter and terrors are laid up in store 
      because of the great city and just people 
      Saved through all time, whom Providence held high. 
      O thou unstable one and ill-advised, 
      By evil fates surrounded, for mankind 
      Both a beginning and great end of toil,-- 
      Of suffering creation and of part 
      Restored again,--thou leader insolent 
      Of evils, and for men a great curse, who 
      Of mortals wished for thee? Who has not been 
      Embittered from within? Cast down in thee 
      A king his honored life lost. Evilly 
      Hast thou disposed all things and washed away 
      All that is fair, and by thee have been changed 
      The world's fair folds. In strife with us perhaps 
      Thou hast brought forward these unstable things; 
      And how dost thou say, "I will thee persuade," 
      And "If in any thing thou blame me, speak?" 
      There was once among men the sun's bright light 
      The prophets' common ray being spread abroad; 
      Speech dripping honey, fair drink for all men, 
      Appeared and grew, and day arose on all. 
      Because of this, thou narrow-minded one 
      Leader of greatest evils, both a sword 
      And grief shall come in that day. For mankind 
      Both a beginning and great end of toil,-- 
      Of suffering creation and of part 
      Restored again,--hear, O thou curse of men, 
      The bitter oracle intolerable. 
      But when the Persian land shall keep away 
      From war and plague and groaning, in that day 
      A race divine of blessed heavenly Jews 
      Shall offer prayer, who shall dwell round about 
      God's city in mid portions of the land, 
      And even as far as Joppa building round 
      A great wall they shall carry it aloft 
      Unto the gloomy clouds. No more shall trump 
      Sound battle--din nor by a foe's mad hands 
      Shall they be cut off; but they shall set up 
      Their trophies for an age of evil men. 
      And one shall come again from heaven, a man 
      Preeminent, whose hands on fruitful tree 
      By far the noblest of the Hebrews stretched, 
      Who at one time did make the sun stand still 
      When he spoke with fair word and holy lips, 
      No longer vex thy soul within thy breast 
      By reason of the sword, rich child of God, 
      Flower longed for by him only, goodly light 
      And noble branch, a scion much beloved, 
      Pleasant Judea, city beautiful, 
      Inspired by hymns. No more shall unclean foot 
      Of Greeks keep revel round about thy land, 
      Who held within their breast a lawless mind; 
      But thee shall glorious children honor much 
      [And be expert in songs and holy tongues], 
      With sacrifices of all kinds and prayers 
      Honored of God. All who endure the toils 
      Of small affliction and the just shall have 
      More that is altogether beautiful; 
      But the wicked, who to heaven sent lawless speech, 
      Shall cease their speaking one against another, 
      And hide themselves until the world be changed. 
      And there shall be a rain of gleaming fire 
      From the clouds; and no more shall mortals reap 
      The fair corn from the earth; all things unsown 
      And unplowed, until mortal men shall know 
      The Lord of all things, the immortal God 
      Always existing, and no more revere 
      Mortal things, neither dogs nor vultures' nests, 
      And what things Egypt taught to magnify 
      With dumb mouths and dull lips. But all these things 
      The holy land of the only pious men 
      Shall bring forth, from the honey-dripping rock 
      A stream and from a spring ambrosial milk 
      Shall flow for all the just; for in one God, 
      One Father, who alone is glorious, 
      Having great piety and faith they hoped. 
      But why does the wise mind grant me these things? 
      And now thee, wretched Asia, piteously 
      I mourn and the race of Ionians 
      And Carians and Lydians rich in gold. 
      Alas, alas for thee, O Sardis; and alas 
      For Trallis much beloved; alas, alas, 
      Laodicea, city beautiful; 
      Thus shalt thou be by earthquakes overthrown 
      And ruined, and be also changed to dust. 
      And to Asia gloomy. . . . 
      Artremis' temple fixed at Ephesus . . . 
      By chasms, and earthquakes come headlong down 
      Sometime into the dreadful sea, as storms 
      Overwhelm ships. And up-turned Ephesus 
      Shall wail aloud, lament beside her banks, 
      And for her temple search which is no more. 
      And then incensed shall God the imperishable, 
      Who dwells on high, hurl thunderbolts from heaven 
      Down on the head of him that is impure. 
      And in the place of winter there shall be 
      In that day summer. And to mortal men 
      Shall then be great woe; for the Thunderer 
      Shall utterly destroy all shameless men 
      And with his thunders and with lightning-flames 
      And blazing thunderbolts men of ill-will, 
      And thus shall he destroy the impious ones, 
      So that there shall remain upon the earth 
      Dead bodies more in number than the sand. 
      For Smyrna also, weeping her Lycurgus, 
      Shall come unto the gates of Ephesus 
      And she herself shall perish even more. 
      And foolish Cyme with her inspired streams 
      Cast down by hands of godless men unjust 
      And lawless, shall to heaven not so much 
      As a word utter; but she shall remain 
      Dead in Cymæan streams. And then shall they 
      Together weep, awaiting evil things. 
      Cyme's rough populace and shameless tribe, 
      Having a sign, shall know for what they toiled. 
      And then, when they shall have bewailed their land 
      Reduced to ashes, by Eridanus 
      Shall Lesbos be forever overthrown. 
      Alas, Corcyra, city beautiful, 
      Alas for thee, cease from thy revelry. 
      Thou also, Hierapolis, sole land 
      With riches mixed, what thou hast longed to have 
      Thou shalt have, even a land of many tears, 
      Since thou wast angry towards a land beside 
      Thermodon's streams. Rock-clinging Tripolis, 
      Beside the waters of Mæander, thee 
      Shall by the nightly surges under shore 
      God's wrath and foresight utterly destroy. 
      Take me not, willing, to the neighboring land 
      Of Phœbus; sometime shall a thunderbolt 
      Dainty Miletus from above destroy, 
      Because she seized on Phœbus' crafty song 
      And the wise care and prudent plan of men. 
      Father of all, be gracious to the land 
      Of Judah, well fed, fruit-abounding, great, 
      In order that thy judgments we may see. 
      For thou, O God, in kindness didst regard 
      This land first that it might appear to be 
      Thy gracious gift unto all mortal men 
      And to hold fast what God put in their charge. 
      The works thrice wretched of the Thracians 
      I yearn to see, and wall between two seas 
      Trailed in the dust along beneath the mist, 
      Even like a river for the swimming fish. 
      O wretched Hellespont, sometime a child 
      Of the Assyrians shall throw a yoke 
      Across thee; battle of the Thracians comes 
      And shall despoil thy strength. And there shall rule 
      Over the land of Macedonia 
      A king of Egypt, and a barbarous clime 
      Shall waste the strength of captains. Lydians, 
      And the Galatians, and Pamphylians 
      With the Pisidians, all equipped for war 
      Shall in a mass bring evil strife to pass. 
      Thrice wretched Italy, then shalt remain 
      All-desolate, unwept, in blooming land 
      By deadly sting to perish utterly. 
      And sometime high in the broad heaven above 
      Like thunder-roaring shall God's voice be heard. 
      And the unwasting flames of the sun himself 
      Shall be no more, nor shall the brilliant light 
      Of the moon again be in the latest time, 
      When God shall be the ruler. And dark gloom 
      Shall be o'er all the earth, and blinded men 
      And evil beasts and woe; that day shall be 
      A long time, so that men shall see that God 
      Himself is Lord, the overseer of all 
      In front of heaven. And then will he himself 
      Not pity hostile men, who sacrifice 
      Their herds of lambs and sheep and calves and goats 
      And bellowing golden-horned bulls, offering them 
      To lifeless Hermæ and to gods of stone. 
      But let the law of wisdom be your guide 
      And the glory of the righteous; lest sometime 
      The imperishable God incensed destroy 
      Each race of men and shameless tribe of life, 
      It doth behoove them faithfully to love 
      The Father, the wise God who ever is. 
      In the last time, at the turning of the moon, 
      There shall be raging through the world a war 
      And carried on with cunning, and in guile. 
      And from the limits of the earth shall come 
      Fleeing and pondering sharp things in his mind, 
      A matricidal man who every land 
      Shall overpower and over all things rule, 
      And see all things more wisely than all men; 
      And that for whose sake he himself was slain 
      Shall he seize forthwith. And he shall destroy 
      Many men and great tyrants and shall burn 
      All of them, as none other ever did, 
      And he shall raise up them that are afraid 
      For emulation's sake. And from the West 
      Much war shall come to men, and blood shall flow 
      Down hill till it becomes deep-eddying streams. 
      And in the plains of Macedonia 
      Shall wrath distil and give help from the West, 
      But to the king destruction. And a wind 
      Of winter then shall blow upon the earth, 
      And the plain be filled with evil war again. 
      For fire shall rain down from the heavenly plains 
      On mortals, and therewith blood, water, flash 
      Of lightning, murky darkness, night in heaven, 
      And waste in war and o'er the slaughter mist, 
      And these together shall destroy all kings 
      And noblest men. Thus shall be made to cease 
      Then the destruction pitiable of war. 
      And no more shall one fight with swords or iron 
      Or even darts, which things shall not again 
      Be lawful. But wise people shall have peace, 
      Who were left, having made proof of wickedness, 
      That they might at the last be filled with joy. 
      Ye matricides, leave off your impudence 
      And evil-working boldness, who of old 
      provided lawlessly lewd couch with boys, 
      And placed as harlots maidens pure before 
      In brothels by assault and punishment 
      And by much-laboring indecency. 
      For in thee mother with her child did hold 
      Unlawful intercourse, and daughter was 
      With her own father wedded as a bride; 
      And in thee kings have their ill-fated mouth 
      Polluted, and in thee have wicked men 
      Found couch with cattle. Be in silence hushed, 
      Thou wicked city all-bewailed, possessed 
      Of revelry; for by thee virgin maids 
      Shall care no longer for the fire divine 
      Of sacred wood that fondly nourisheth; 
      Before thee was a much-loved house of old 
      Extinguished, when I saw the second house 
      Cast headlong down and overwhelmed with fire 
      By an unholy hand, house ever flourishing, 
      God's watchful temple, brought forth of his saints 
      And being always indestructible, 
      By the soul hoped for and the body itself. 
      For not without the rites of burial 
      Shall one praise God out of the unseen earth, 
      Nor did wise workman make a stone by them, 
      Nor had he fear of gold, cheat of the world 
      And of souls, but the mighty Father, God 
      Of all things God-inspired, did he revere 
      With holy offerings and fair hecatombs. 
      But now an unseen and unholy king 
      With multitude great and with men renowned 
      Rose into power and cast his dwelling down 
      And let it go unbuilt. But he himself 
      When he set foot on the immortal land 
      Destroyed the ground. And such a sign no more 
      Was wrought upon men, so that it appeared 
      That others the great city should destroy. 
      For there came from the heavenly plains a man, 
      One blessed, with a scepter in his hand, 
      Which God gave him, and he ruled all things well, 
      And unto all the good did he restore 
      The riches which the earlier men had seized. 
      And many cities with much fire he took 
      From their foundations, and he set on fire 
      The towns of mortals who before did evil, 
      And he did make that city, which God loved, 
      More radiant than stars and sun and moon, 
      And he set order, and a holy house 
      Incarnate made, pure, very fair, and formed 
      In many stades a great and boundless tower 
      Touching the clouds themselves and seen by all, 
      So that all holy and all righteous men 
      Might see the glory of the eternal God, 
      A sight that has been longed for. Rising sun 
      And setting day hymned forth the praise of God. 
      For there are then no longer fearful things 
      For wretched mortals, nor adulteries 
      And lawless love of boys, nor homicide 
      Nor tumult, but a righteous strife in all. 
      It is the last time of the saints when God 
      Accomplisheth these things, high Thunderer, 
      Founder of temple most magnificent. 
      Alas, alas for thee, O Babylon, 
      For golden throne and golden sandal famed, 
      Kingdom of many years and of the world 
      Sole ruler, who wast great in olden time 
      And city of all cities, thou no more 
      Shalt lie in golden mountains and by streams 
      Of the Euphrates; thou shalt be laid low 
      By rout of earthquake. But the Parthians dire 
      Caused thee to suffer all things. Hold thou fast 
      Thy unknown speech, impure Chaldean race; 
      Ask not nor be concerned how thou shalt lead 
      The Persians or how thou shalt rule the Medes; 
      For on account of thy supremacy, 
      Which thou hadst, sending hostages to Rome 
      And serving Asia, thou that formerly 
      Didst also think thyself a queen, shalt come 
      Unto the judgment of antagonists, 
      Because of whom thou hast suffered baneful things; 
      And thou shalt give instead of crooked words 
      Bitter vexation to the enemies, 
      And in the last time shall the sea be dry 
      And ships no longer sail to Italy, 
      And Asia the great then, all-hapless, shall 
      Be water, and then Crete shall be a plain. 
      And Cyprus shall endure great misery 
      And Paphos shall bewail a dreadful fate, 
      So that even Salamis, great city, shall 
      Be seen to undergo great misery; 
      And now the dry land shall be fruitless sand 
      Upon the shore. And locusts not a few 
      Shall utterly destroy the Cyprian land. 
      Looking at Tyre, doomed mortals, ye shall weep. 
      Phœnicia, dreadful wrath remains for thee, 
      Until thou to a worthless ruin fall, 
      So that even Sirens truly may lament. 
      In the fifth generation, when the ruin 
      Of Egypt has ceased, it shall come to pass 
      That shameless kings shall be together joined, 
      And races of Pamphylians shall encamp 
      In Egypt, and in Macedonia 
      And in Asia and among the Libyans 
      Shall in the dust be a world-maddening war 
      Exceeding bloody, which the king of Rome 
      And rulers of the West shall make to cease. 
      When wintry storm shall drop down like the snow, 
      While frozen are great river and vast lakes, 
      Forthwith a barbarous race shall make their way 
      Into the Asian land and shall destroy 
      The race of dreadful Thracians, hard to quell. 
      And then shall mortals feeding lawlessly 
      Devour their parents, being by hunger worn, 
      And shall gulp down the entrails. And wild beasts 
      Shall devour from all houses table-food, 
      And they and birds all mortals shall devour. 
      The ocean with dead bodies shall be filled 
      From the river and be red with flesh and blood 
      Of the foolish ones. Then thus a feebleness 
      Shall be on earth, so that of men the number 
      May be seen and the measure of the women, 
      And the dire race shall wail for myriad things 
      At last when the sun sets to rise no more, 
      But to remain submerged in Ocean's waves; 
      For it beheld the wickedness unclean 
      Of many mortals. And a moonless night 
      Shall be a fame around the mighty heaven, 
      And no small mist shall hide the world's ravines 
      A second time; then afterwards God's light 
      Shall guide the good men, who sang praise to God. 
      Isis, thrice wretched goddess, thou alone 
      Shalt on the waters of the Nile remain, 
      A Mænad out of order on the sands 
      Of Acheron, and no longer shall remain 
      Remembrance of thee over all the earth. 
      And also thou, Sarapis, who art placed 
      On many glistening stones, a ruin vast 
      Shalt thou in thrice unhappy Egypt lie. 
      But those whom love of Egypt led to thee 
      Shall all lament thee badly; but who put 
      Imperishable reason in their breast, 
      And who praised God, shall know thee to be naught. 
      And sometime shall a linen-vested man, 
      A priest, say: "Come, let us raise up of God 
      A beautiful true temple; come, let us 
      The fearful law of our forefathers change, 
      Because of which they did not understand 
      That they were unto gods of stone and clay 
      Making processions and religions rites. 
      Let us turn our souls, giving praise to God 
      The imperishable, who himself is Father, 
      The everlasting One, the Lord of all, 
      The true One, the King, life-sustaining Father, 
      The mighty God existing evermore." 
      And then shall there a great pure temple be 
      In Egypt, and the people made by God 
      Shall into it their sacrifices bring. 
      And to them God shall give life incorrupt. 
      But when the Ethiopians, forsaking 
      The shameless tribes of the Triballians, 
      Shall cultivate their Egypt, they will then 
      Begin their baseness, that the later things 
      May all occur. For they shall overthrow 
      The mighty temple of the Egyptian land; 
      And God shall rain down on the earth dire wrath 
      Among them, so that all the wicked ones 
      And all without sense perish. And no more 
      Shall there be any sparing in that land, 
      Because they did not keep that which God gave. 
      I saw the threatening of the shining Sun 
      Among the stars, and in the lightning flash 
      The dire wrath of the Moon; the stars travailed 
      With battle; and God gave them up to light. 
      For long fire-flames rebelled against the Sun; 
      Lucifer treading upon Leo's back 
      Began the fight; and the Moon's double horn 
      Changed its shape; Capricorn smote Taurus' neck; 
      And Taurus took away from Capricorn 
      Returning day. Orion would no more 
      Abide his yoke; the lot of Gemini 
      Did Virgo change in Aries; no more shone 
      The Pleiads; Draco disavowed his zone; 
      Down into Leo's girdle Pisces went. 
      Cancer remained not, for he feared Orion; 
      Scorpio down on dire Leo backwards moved; 
      And from the Sun's flame Sirius slipped away; 
      And the strength of the mighty Shining One 
      Aquarius kindled. Uranus himself 
      Was roused, until he shook the warring ones; 
      And being incensed he hurled them down on earth. 
      Then swiftly smitten down upon the baths 
      Of Ocean they set all the earth on fire; 
      And the high heaven remained without a star. 
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