You keep your seats on the benches and strike with your oars the deep surf of the sea, in the hope that Zeus may grant us to escape and avoid this death.
ὑμεῖς μὲν κώπῃσιν ἁλὸς ῥηγμῖνα βαθεῖαν τύπτετε κληίδεσσιν ἐφήμενοι , αἴ κέ ποθι Ζεὺς δώῃ τόνδε γ' ὄλεθρον ὑπεκφυγέειν καὶ ἀλύξαι ·
σύ μέν κώπη ἅλς1 ῥηγμίς βαθύς τύπτω κλείς ἔφημαι , εἰ ἄν ποθι Ζεύς δίδωμι ὅδε γε ὄλεθρος ὑπεκφεύγω καί ἀλύσκω ·