JASON: Bereft of both my Sons, I thither go.
MEDEA: Not yet enough lament'st thou: to encrease
Thy sorrows, may'st thou live till thou art old!
[tr. Wodhull (1782)]

JASON: I go deprived, alas, of both my sons.
MEDEA: This grief be thine, e'en to thy latest age.
[tr. Potter (1814)]

JASON: I go. Yea, of both my children bereft.
MEDEA: Thy wail is yet nothing. Wait and grow old.
[tr. Webster (1868)]

JASON: I go, bereft of both my sons.
MEDEA: Thy grief is yet to come; wait till old age is with thee too.
[tr. Coleridge (1891)]

JASON: I go, even deprived of both my children.
MEDEA: Thou dost not yet mourn enough: stay and grow old.
[tr. Buckley (1892)]

JASON: I go, a father forlorn of the two sons reft from his home!
MEDEA: Not yet dost thou truly mourn: abide till thine old age come.
[tr. Way (Loeb) (1894)]

JASON: Childless, I go, to weep and weep.
MEDEA: Not yet! Age cometh and long years.
[tr. Murray (1906)]

JASON: I go, with two children to mourn for.
MEDEA: Not yet do you feel it. Wait for the future.
[tr. Warner (1944)]

JASON: I am going, deprived of my two children.
MEDEA: Save your dirges. Wait for old age.
[tr. Podlecki (1989)]

JASON: Yes — bereft of my two sons — I go.
MEDEA: Your mourning has yet to begin. Wait until old age.
[tr. Kovacs (Perseus)]

JASON: Yes — bereft of my two sons — I go.
MEDEA: Your mourning has yet to begin. Wait until you are old!
[tr. Kovacs (Loeb) (1994)]

JASON: I go, bereft of my two children.
MEDEA: You do not know lamentation yet; wait until you are old.
[tr. Davie (1996)]

JASON: I am going!
I’m going without my children.
MEDEA: You’re still not grieving as you should. Wait till old age comes to you.
[tr. Theodoridis (2004)]

JASON: I am going, denied rights to my two children.
MEDEA: Do not mourn yet. Wait for old age.
[tr. Luschnig (2007)]

JASON:I’ll go.
I’ve lost both my sons.
MEDEA:Your grief’s not yet begun.
Wait until you’re old.
[tr. Johnston (2008)]

JASON: I go, deprived of my children.
MEDEA: You are not really mourning yet; wait for old age.
[tr. Ewans (2022)]

JASON: I go, bereft of both my sons.
MEDEA: Your grief is yet to come; wait till old age comes upon you.
[tr. Coleridge / Ceragioli / Nagy / Hour25]