As far as earth from sky so far the gloom of Tartarus from earth. Nine nights and days a brick of bronze could fall from heaven striking earth on ten; so too Nine nights and days a brick of bronze could fall from earth to Tartarus and strike the tenth. Around it runs a fence of bronze, and night is strung a triple strand as round a neck. Above, the roots of earth and barren sea. And there, the Titan gods are cloaked in darkness and hidden by the will of Zeus, amasser of clouds, in that huge damp place at edge of earth. They cannot leave. A gate of bronze erected by Poseidon blocks it, a wall surrounds. And there live Gyes, Cottus, and great- hearted Obriareus, trusted wardens of Zeus. And there dark earth, and Tarturus the barren sea and starry heavens, all arrayed, have their first source and final bounds Loathsome and damp, it’s hated by the gods. And there, a great abyss, a chasm so large that if one had passed the gates, the end on any side would not be found before a year, buffeted both this way and that by gust after relentless gust. The gods themselves abhor this wonder. There, the fearful house of dark night sits wrapped in stormy cloud And there, in front, the son of Iapetus stands, on his head the width of heaven, his unmoving, tireless hands, and there where night and day will greet each other near the gate of bronze. As one arrives the other departs the house which never holds the two together for one’s always abroad and passing over the earth, while the other rests inside and waits her turn to begin her pass over earth. The one will spread all seeing light to all the other holds both sleep and death in her arms, noxious night, the one who’s wrapped in cloud. And there also the spawn of night have houses both Sleep and Death, both fearsome gods, and never does shining Helios look down on them with beams of light, not at dawn nor when the sun sets. Night will spread across the earth with peace and over wide sea swells, as sweet as honey to men; the other’s heart is iron hard his spirit cold as bronze. Once grabbing hold he never lets go. Even the gods hate him. And there, in front, the reverberant home of Hades and awesome Persephone. A fearsome dog stands guard before the house, pitiless, he has a trick, he wags his tail and droops his ears for those who seek to enter but allows none to come back out again. He keeps his watch and devours any who would leave. And there a goddess much despised by gods, dread Styx, backflowing Ocean’s daughter, his oldest, who lives in a house that’s distant from other gods, a roof of rock all held by silver pillars all around. It’s rare the daughter of Thaumas, swift-of-foot, the goddess Iris will bring to her a message over the seas wide back. But when some strife or quarrel rises among the deathless ones, then Zeus sends Iris to bring the binding oath of gods, the golden jar containing the famous cold water that gushes down from soaring rock. Far under the wide-pathed earth a stream flows from a rock, a misery to gods, whoever falsely made an oath and pours the water, one of those the deathless ones who hold the snowy peak of Olympus, he must lie breathless while a year is passed nor come to taste ambrosia nor nectar but lie without a breath or voice in bed, an evil trance possessing him, and then after a long year of this sickness he must face another more difficult travail: nine years deprived of the company of gods exiled from councils, banished from their feasts, nine years, the tenth he can again rejoin the fellowship of those who hold Olympus. The gods appointed thus the river Styx, binder of oaths, its ancient waters flowing through such a rugged place. And there the dark earth and the murky Tartarus, the fruitless sea and the starry heavens, all in order, having there both their springs and limits, dreadful and damp, a place the gods are want to hate. And there, the gleaming gates of bronze, and there unmovable a border grown of itself with continuous roots and far away from all the gods the Titans live. There beyond the gloomy chaos, the allies of Zeus the famed and thunderous, have houses by Ocean’s foundation, Cottus and Gyres, Briariaos who, being noble, became son-in-law to the surf pounding, earthshaker who gave Cymopolea his daughter to wed.