Georg. 3.525Quid labor aut benefacta iuvant?What use is his labour, or his services? Georg. 3.525Quid vōmere terrās
invertisse gravīs?What use to have turned the heavy soil with the ploughshare? Georg. 3.526Atquī nōn Massica Bacchī
mūnera, nōn illīs epulae nocuēre repostae:
frondibus et vīctū pāscuntur simplicis herbae,
pōcula sunt fontēs liquidī atque exercita cursū
530flūmina, nec somnōs abrumpit cūra salūbrīs.And yet no Massic gifts of Bacchus, no feasts served again and again have harmed them: they feed on leaves and the fare of simple grass, their cups are clear springs and rivers exercised in running, and no care breaks their healthy sleep. Georg. 3.531Tempore nōn aliō dīcunt regiōnibus illīs
quaesītās ad sacra bovēs Iūnōnis et ūrīs
imparibus ductōs alta ad dōnāria currūs.At no other time, they say, were cows sought in vain in those regions for the rites of Juno, and the chariots drawn to her lofty shrines by ill-matched wild oxen. Georg. 3.534Ergō aegrē rāstrīs terram rīmantur et ipsīs
535unguibus īnfodiunt frūgēs montīsque per altōs
contentā cervīce trahunt strīdentia plaustra.So men scratch the earth laboriously with rakes, and dig in the seed with their very nails, and over the high mountains, with straining neck, drag the creaking wagons.
Georg. 3.537Nōn lupus īnsidiās explōrat ovīlia circum
nec gregibus nocturnus obambulat;The wolf does not spy out ambushes around the sheepfolds, nor prowl at night about the flocks; Georg. 3.538ācrior illum
cūra domat;a sharper care subdues him; Georg. 3.539timidī dammae cervīque fugācēs
540nunc interque canēs et circum tēcta vagantur.timid does and fleeing stags now wander among the dogs and round the houses. Georg. 3.541Iam maris immēnsī prōlem et genus omne natantum
lītore in extrēmō, ceu naufraga corpora, flūctus
prōluit;Now the wave washes the brood of the boundless sea and every race of swimming things on the edge of the shore, like shipwrecked bodies; Georg. 3.543īnsolitae fugiunt in flūmina phōcae.seals, against their custom, flee into rivers. Georg. 3.544Interit et curvīs frūstrā dēfēnsa latebrīs
545vīpera et attonitī squāmīs adstantibus hydrī.The viper too perishes, defended in vain by her winding lair, and the water-snakes, astonished, their scales on end. Georg. 3.546Ipsīs est āēr avibus nōn aequus et illae
praecipitēs altā vītam sub nūbe relinquunt.To the very birds the air is unkind, and they fall headlong and leave their lives beneath the high cloud. Georg. 3.548Praetereā iam nec mūtārī pābula rēfert
artēs nocent quaesītaeque;Moreover, it is now of no avail to change pastures; the remedies sought do harm; Georg. 3.549cessēre magistrī
550Phillyridēs Chīrōn Amythāoniusque Melampūs.the masters gave way, Chiron, son of Phillyra, and Melampus, son of Amythaon.
Georg. 3.551Saevit et in lūcem Stygiīs ēmissa tenebrīs
pallida Tīsiphonē Morbōs agit ante Metumque,
inque diēs avidum surgēns caput altius effert:
Bālātū pecorum et crēbrīs mūgītibus amnēs
555ārentēsque sonant rīpae collēsque supīnī:
Iamque catervātim dat strāgem atque aggerat ipsīs
in stabulīs turpī dīlāpsa cadāvera tābō
dōnec humō tegere ac foveīs abscondere discunt.Pale Tisiphone, let out into the light from the darkness of Styx, rages, drives Diseases and Fear before her, and, rising day by day, lifts her greedy head higher: the rivers and parched banks and sloping hills resound with the bleating of flocks and constant lowing: and now she deals death in droves, and in the very stalls heaps up corpses rotting with foul putrefaction, until men learn to cover them with earth and bury them in pits. Georg. 3.559Nam neque erat coriīs ūsus nec viscera quisquam
560aut undīs abolēre potest aut vincere flammā;For neither was there any use for the hides, nor could anyone cleanse the flesh with water or overcome it with fire; Georg. 3.561nē tondēre quidem morbō inluviēque perēsa
vellera nec tēlās possunt attingere putrīs;they cannot even shear the fleeces eaten away with disease and filth, nor touch the rotten webs; Georg. 3.563vērum etiam invīsōs sī quis temptārat amictūs,
ārdentēs papulae atque immundus olentia sūdor
565membra sequēbātur nec longō deinde morantī
tempore contāctōs artūs sacer ignis ēdēbat.but indeed, if anyone had tried on the loathsome garments, burning blisters and a foul sweat ran over his stinking limbs, and before long the accursed fire was devouring his infected limbs.