Prometheus vs Jesus

The man who gave us fire, the Greeks say, was Prometheus. Other critics say that he has a number of "similarities with the Christ character" -- but only 4 are named. Let's look at those:

And that's all we have. Not much, indeed.

Name That Hymn

A reader has noted a rather embarrasing error regarding Prometheus on Acharya S' website:

Robert Taylor's Diegesis, pp. 192-4. Taylor indicates that the following stanza is found in "Potter's beautiful translation" of Aeschylsus's play: "Lo, streaming from the fatal tree, His all-atoning blood! Is this the Infinite? 'Tis he - Prometheus, and a God! Well might the sun in darkness hide, And veil his glories in, When God, the great Prometheus, died, For man, the creature's sin." However, this stanza apparently does not appear in modern translations, including Potter's. It is well-known that the Christians mutilated or destroyed virtually all of the works of ancient Greek and Roman authors, such that we might suspect this stanza has either been removed or obfuscated through mistranslation. On the other hand, it may be a mistake on Taylor's part or a result of his ambiguous language preceding the passage, or he may have been thinking of another "Prometheus Bound" written after the Christian era, perhaps by Milton. Taylor was in prison when he wrote The Diegesis, thereby having difficulty accessing books, so he is to be excused for errors that invariably creep into anyone's work.

Mutilatation and destruction! It of course does not occur to Acharya that maybe Taylor was a little daft that day. Actually we have a pretty good idea where Taylor got this from, and one can hardly excuse as error a theft of this magnitude. Let's compare -- to a hymn by Isaac Watts:

Alas! and did my Savior bleed and did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head for such an one as I?

Was it for sins that I had done he groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide and shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died, For man, the creature's sin.

Thus might I hide my shamed face while his dear Cross appears, dissolve my heart in thankfulness, and melt mine eyes to tears.

but drops of grief can ne'er repay the debt of love I owe: here, Lord, I give myself to thee; 'Tis all that I can do.

It just goes to show: If you're going to do serious research, don't be like Taylor -- wait until you get out of prison to do it.