As when land appears welcome to swimmers whose well-built ship Poseidon has shattered in the sea, driven by the wind and the strong wave, and few have escaped from the gray sea to the shore by swimming, and much brine encrusts their skin, but they joyfully set foot on land, having escaped evil—so then to her was her husband welcome as she gazed upon him, nor yet did she completely release her white arms from his neck.
The sight of land is welcome to swimmers, after Poseidon has smashed their well-built ship out on the sea, as it was driven about by the wind and heavy waves, and only a few ever escape the gray sea by swimming ashore, their bodies thickly crusted with salt. But when they escape the most horrible agony, they make it to shore, full of joy. That is how welcome her husband was as she looked at him, and she never loosened her white arms around his neck.
And welcome as the sight of land is to swimmers whose well-built ship Poseidon has wrecked at sea after it was hard-pressed by the wind and swollen waves, and a small remnant of survivors has escaped the foaming sea and swum to shore with the brine thickly crusted all over their bodies as they set their feet joyfully onto land and out of danger, just as welcome now to her was her husband as she feasted her eyes upon him, and there was absolutely no way her white arms were coming off his neck.
As welcome as the sight of land to the few surviving sailors, who swim to shore escaping the grey breakers, when their solid vessel driven over the sea by wind and towering waves has been shattered by Poseidon, who, saved from drowning, are overjoyed when their brine-caked bodies touch the land: welcome as that was the sight of her husband, as Penelope gazed at him, never unwinding her white arms from round his neck.
And great tears flooded Odysseus’s eyes as he wrapped his huge arms around her and held her to him as would a sailor who wrapped his arms around a spar and held tightly in a tempest-tossed sea until he spied warm earth on the horizon.
Many men would have gone down before Poseidon’s buffeting, and so he held Penelope while she cried with joy, her white arms wrapped around her husband’s sturdy neck.
Just as land is a welcome sight to sailors forced to swim for their lives, when Poseidon has wrecked their well-made ship on the open sea, as the wind and the massive waves drive it to destruction: a few of them escape the grey sea and swim to land, their bodies caked thick with brine, and they are overjoyed to set foot on dry land with their peril survived – so glad a sight was her husband to Penelope as she gazed at him, and she would still not let her white arms for a moment from his neck.
And welcome as is the sight of land to men that swim, whose well-built ship Poseidon smashes on the sea as it is driven on by the wind and the swollen waves, and but few have made their escape from the gray sea to the shore by swimming, and thickly are their bodies crusted with brine, and gladly have they set foot on the land and escaped from their evil case; so welcome to her was her husband, as she gazed upon him, and from his neck still did not loosen her white arms at all.
As when land appears, a welcome sight, to men swimming, whose well-made ship Poseidon has wrecked at sea, driven on by the wind and massive waves; a few escape to the mainland from the grey sea by swimming, a lot of salt caked around their bodies, and they set foot joyfully on land after their escape from disaster — that is how welcome her husband was to her as she looked at him, and she absolutely would not let her white arms go from round his neck:
It was like the moment when the blissful land is seen by struggling sailors, whose fine ship Poseidon has battered with wind and wave and smashed on the high seas. A few swim safely to the mainland out of the foaming surf, their bodies caked with brine; and blissfully they tread on solid land, saved from disaster. It was bliss like that for Penelope to see her husband once again. Her white arms round his neck never quite let go.
As land is welcome to shipwrecked sailors when out at sea Poseidon has struck their gallant vessel – the sport of tempest and swelling waves – and now a few of them have swum out from the whitening waters to a refuge on shore, their bodies all encrusted with brine – as welcome as is the dry land to those when they set foot there with all their miseries behind them – so welcome to her was the husband she kept her gaze upon, and her white arms about his neck would not even now let him go.
As welcome as land appears to swimming sailors whose well-built ship Poseidon has shattered on the sea when beaten by wind and mighty waves, and only a few escape to the mainland from the hoary sea, with much salt-grime encrusted on their flesh as they gladly set foot on land, escaping evil, so welcome to her sight was her dear husband and never for a moment did she release her white arms from his neck.
Sweet moment too for her, sweet as the sight of land to sailors struggling in the sea, when the Sea-god by dint of wind and wave has wrecked their gallant ship. What happiness for the few swimmers that have fought their way through the white surf to the shore, when, caked with brine but safe and sound, they tread on solid earth! If that is bliss, what bliss it was for her to see her husband once again! She kept her white arms round his neck and never quite let go.
She felt like a shipwrecked mariner, when the stout ship has been driven before the storm and smashed by the heavy waves, but a few have escaped by swimming. How glad they are to see land at last, to get out of the water and stand upon solid ground all caked with brine! So glad was Penelopeia to see her husband at last; she held her white arms close round his neck, and could not let him go.
So at sea when Poseidon has swamped a good ship by making her the target of his winds and mighty waves, the sight of land appears wonderfully kind to the few men of her crew who have escaped by swimming. How they swarm ashore from the grey sea, their bodies all crusted with salt spume, but happy, happy, for the evil overpassed! Just so was she happy to have her husband once more in sight and clasped in her white arms which lingered round his neck, unable to let him go.
as welcome as is that of the cheering land to swimmers whose sturdy ship, swept on by wind and swelling wave, Poseidon has wrecked upon the sea, while but a few have escaped the foaming billows by swimming to land, and they, with their bodies all crusted with brine, have climbed the shore, rejoicing at their narrow escape from peril. Thus welcome was her husband to her sight, and she she could never quite let her white arms leave his neck.
Welcome as is the sight of land to swimmers whose strong ship Poseidon has wrecked in the sea, driven by wind and mighty wave, and some few have by swimming come safely to land from the grey sea, with thick crust of salt upon their skins, and have joyfully come to land free from peril, so welcome to her was the sight of her husband, nor could she in any wise let her white arms fall from his neck.
And welcome as is the sight of land to men that swim, whose well-built ship Poseidon has smitten on the sea as it was driven on by the wind and the swollen wave, and but few have made their escape from the gray sea to the shore by swimming, and thickly are their bodies crusted with brine, and gladly have they set foot on the land and escaped from their evil case; even so welcome to her was her husband, as she gazed upon him, and from his neck she could in no wise let her white arms go.
As the sight of land is welcome to men who are swimming towards the shore, when Neptune has wrecked their ship with the fury of his winds and waves; a few alone reach the land, and these, covered with brine, are thankful when they find themselves on firm ground and out of danger—even so was her husband welcome to her as she looked upon him, and she could not tear her two fair arms from about his neck.
As when the welcome land appears to swimmers, whose sturdy ship Poseidon wrecked at sea, confounded by the winds and solid waters; a few escape the foaming sea and swim ashore; thick salt foam crusts their flesh; they climb the welcome land, and are escaped from danger; so welcome to her gazing eyes appeared her husband. From round his neck she never let her white arms go.
And even as when the sight of land is welcome to swimmers, whose well-wrought ship Poseidon hath smitten on the deep, all driven with the wind and swelling waves, and but a remnant hath escaped the grey sea-water and swum to the shore, and their bodies are all crusted with the brine, and gladly have they set foot on land and escaped an evil end; so welcome to her was the sight of her lord, and her white arms she would never quite let go from his neck.
But when the land has appeared welcome to [men] swimming, whose well-built ship Neptune has broken in the sea, urged forward by the wind and by the solid wave, but few have escaped from the hoary sea, swimming to the shore, and much brine has become encrusted around their flesh, but they have gladly stepped on the land, having escaped calamity; so her husband was welcome to her, beholding him: but she did not yet altogether let go her white arms from his neck.
ως δε and as οτε when γη the land φανη αν appears ασπασιος welcome νηχομενοισι to men swimming, ων τε ενεργεα νηα whose well-made ship Ποσειδαων Neptune ραιση has shivered ενι ποντω on the sea, επειγομενην impelled ανεμω by the wind και and κυματι πηγῳ by the solid wave, παυροι δε and few νηχομενοι swimming εξεφυγον have escaped πολης αλος from the hoary sea ηπειρονδε to the mainland, πολλη δε αλμη and much brine τετροφεν has congealed περι χροϊ round their skin, επεβαν δε and they have gone on γαιης the land ασπασιοι joyfully, φυγοντες having escaped κακοτητα calamity; ως αρα so then ποσις her husband ενν was ασπασιος welcome τη to her εισοροωση beholding him, ουπω δ’ αφειτο but she did not yet let go πηχεε λευκω her white arms παμπαν altogether δειρης from his neck,
And as when the land has appeared welcome to [men] swimming, whose well-built ship Neptune has wrecked in the sea, urged by the wind, and the dark billows, but few have escaped from the hoary sea, swimming to the shore, and much brine has incrusted round their body, but they gladly have stepped upon the land, escaping evil; so her husband was welcome to her beholding him: but she had not yet altogether let go her white arms from his neck.
As when the land has appeared welcome to men swimming, whose well-built ship Neptune has broken in the sea urged by the wind, and dark waves, but few have escaped from the hoary sea swimming to the shore, and much brine has crusted round their body, but they have gladly stepped on the land, escaping evil; so her husband was welcome to her when she beheld him: but she had not yet altogether let go her white arms from his neck.