You are laid out for mourning—
 Ismene Though you did the killing.
 Antigone Ah me!
 Ismene Ah me!
 Antigone My heart is mad with wailing.
 Ismene My heart groans within me.
 Antigone Ah, the grief, brother all-lamentable.
 Ismene And you also, brother all-wretched.
 Antigone You perished at the hands of your nearest and dearest.
 Ismene And you killed your nearest and dearest.
 Antigone Twofold to tell of—
 Ismene Twofold to look upon—
 Antigone Are these sorrows so close to those.
 Ismene Fraternal sorrows stand close by fraternal sorrows.
 Chorus O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
 Antigone Ah, me
 Ismene Ah, me
 Antigone Sorrows hard to behold—
 Ismene He showed me when he returned from exile.
 Antigone But he made no return after he had killed.
 Ismene He was saved, but lost his life.
 Antigone He lost it, all too truly.
 Ismene And took this one’s life away.
 Antigone Wretched family!
 Ismene Wretched suffering!
 Antigone Kindred sorrows full of groans!
 Ismene Sorrows steeped in tripled griefs.
 Chorus O Fate, giver of grievous troubles, and awful shade of Oedipus, black Erinys, you are indeed a mighty force.
 Antigone Now you know of the Erinys by experience—
 Ismene And you are made aware no later—