Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound, lines 19-35, in my amateur translation:

Prometheus, you will always suffer under 
One tyrant or another, uncomforted: 
That’s the price of befriending people. 
A god, you didn’t fear the rage of gods 
When you gave mortals the forbidden gifts. 
The penalty: you’ll always guard this rock, 
This awful rock. No sleep, no rest; you can’t even 
Move your leg. You just sing out your anguish 
To no effect. Prometheus, it is a hard thing 
To change the mind of the king of the gods. 
For every new ruler is harsh and cruel.

And according to Google Translate^TM:

Arthovoulos Themidis absolutely, 
Nearby of dissolvable copper 
I use human ice cream 
It is neither the voice nor the brute form 
Light, constant flame retardant 
you have to pay for flowers. Tied up 
lei a variety of hidden hides, 
thunderstorms if the sun again: 
This is a bad thing 
bury you: à à à ù ù ù   

this is what I give to the philanthropic way. 
God forbid, not even for the balloons 
Honorable Mention I Am Out Of Trial. 
There are no stone guards here 
Arthostadin, Cleft, the knee flexor: 
a lot of good people and good people. 
Type: Two grams of unpleasant brakes. 
You left me alone in the new hold.