Clementine Orphic Hymn to Ζεύς

But to the word divine, looking, attend,
keeping aright the heart's receptacle
of intellect, and tread the straight path well,
and only to the world's Immortal King direct your gaze!
But one, a scion of Chaldaean race;
for he the Sun's path knew right well,
and how the motion of the sphere about
the earth proceeds, in circle moving
equally around its axis, how the winds
their chariot guide o'er air and sea.
But in great heaven, He is seated firm
upon a throne of gold, and 'neath His feet
the earth. His right hand round the ocean's bound
He stretches; and the hills' foundations shake
to the centre at His justice, nor can endure
His mighty strength. He all celestial is,
and all things finishes upon the earth.
He the Beginning, Middle is, and End.
But You I dare not speak. In limbs
And mind I tremble. He rules from on high.
Ruler of Æther, Hades, Sea, and Land,
You who with Your bolts Olympus' strong-built home
do shake. Whom daemones dread, and whom the throngs
of gods do fear. Whom, too, the Fates obey,
relentless though they be.
O deathless One, our Mother's Sire!
Whose strength makes all things reel;
who mov'st the winds, and shroud'st in clouds the world,
broad Aether cleaving with Your lightning gleams,
Yours is the order amongst the stars, which run
as Your unchangeable behests direct.
Before Your fiery throne the angels wait,
much-working, charged to do all things, for men.
Your young Spring shines, all clothed with purple flowers;
Your Winter with its chilling clouds assails;
Your Autumn great Bromius distributes.
Endless Immortal, capable of being
named by the Immortals alone!
Come, Greatest of Gods, with strong Necessity,
O magnificent, invincible, great, deathless One,
Whom Aether crowns.