Version 1: Zeus vs. Prometheus (Theogony)

Now [the Titan] Iapetus took to wife the neat-ankled mad
Clymene, daughter of Ocean, and went up with her into one bed.
 
And she bare him a stout-hearted son, Atlas: also she bare very
glorious Menoetius and clever Prometheus, full of various wiles,
and scatter-brained Epimetheus who from the first was a mischief
to men who eat bread; for it was he who first took of Zeus the
woman, the maiden whom he had formed.  But Menoetius was
outrageous, and far-seeing Zeus struck him with a lurid
thunderbolt and sent him down to Erebus because of his mad
presumption and exceeding pride.  And Atlas through hard
constraint upholds the wide heaven with unwearying head and arms,
standing at the borders of the earth before the clear-voiced
Hesperides; for this lot wise Zeus assigned to him. 

And ready-witted Prometheus he bound with inextricable bonds,
cruel chains, and drove a shaft through his middle, and set on him
a long-winged eagle, which used to eat his immortal liver; but by night
the liver grew as much again everyway as the long-winged bird
devoured in the whole day.  That bird Heracles, the valiant son
of shapely-ankled Alcmene, slew; and delivered the son of Iapetus
from the cruel plague, and released him from his affliction --
not without the will of Olympian Zeus who reigns on high, that
the glory of Heracles the Theban-born might be yet greater than
it was before over the plenteous earth.  This, then, he regarded,
and honoured his famous son; though he was angry, he ceased from
the wrath which he had before because Prometheus matched himself
in wit with the almighty son of Cronos. 

For when the gods and mortal men had a dispute at Mecone,
even then Prometheus was forward to cut up a great ox
and set portions before them, trying to befool the mind of Zeus. 
Before the rest he set flesh and inner parts thick with fat upon the hide,
covering them with an ox paunch; but for Zeus he put the white bones
dressed up with cunning art and covered with shining fat. 

Then the father of men and of gods said to him:

 `Son of Iapetus, most glorious of all lords, good
sir, how unfairly you have divided the portions!'

So said Zeus whose wisdom is everlasting, rebuking him. 
But wily Prometheus answered him, smiling softly and not
forgetting his cunning trick:

`Zeus, most glorious and greatest of the eternal gods,
take which ever of these portions your heart within you bids.' 
So he said, thinking trickery.  But Zeus, whose wisdom is everlasting,
saw and failed not to perceive the trick, and in his heart
he thought mischief against mortal men which also was to be fulfilled. 
With both hands he took up the white fat and was angry at heart,
and wrath came to his spirit when he saw the white ox-bones
craftily tricked out: and because of this the tribes of men upon earth
burn white bones to the deathless gods upon fragrant altars. 

But Zeus who drives the clouds was greatly vexed and said to him:

'Son of Iapetus, clever above all!  So, sir, you
have not yet forgotten your cunning arts!'

So spake Zeus in anger, whose wisdom is everlasting;
and from that time he was always mindful of the trick,
and would not give the power of unwearying fire to the
Melian race of mortal men who live on the earth. 

But the noble son of Iapetus outwitted him and stole the far-seen gleam
of unwearying fire in a hollow fennel stalk.  And Zeus who
thunders on high was stung in spirit, and his dear heart was
angered when he saw amongst men the far-seen ray of fire.

Forthwith he made an evil thing for men as the price of fire;
for the very famous Limping God formed of earth the likeness of a shy
maiden as the son of Cronos willed.  And the goddess bright-eyed
Athene girded and clothed her with silvery raiment, and down from
her head she spread with her hands a broidered veil, a wonder to see;
and she, Pallas Athene, put about her head lovely garlands,
flowers of new-grown herbs.  Also she put upon her head a crown
of gold which the very famous Limping God made himself and worked
with his own hands as a favour to Zeus his father.  On it was
much curious work, wonderful to see; for of the many creatures
which the land and sea rear up, he put most upon it, wonderful
things, like living beings with voices: and great beauty shone
out from it.

But when he had made the beautiful evil to be the
price for the blessing, he brought her out, delighting in the
finery which the bright-eyed daughter of a mighty father had
given her, to the place where the other gods and men were.  And
wonder took hold of the deathless gods and mortal men when they
saw that which was sheer guile, not to be withstood by men.

For from her is the race of women and female kind:
of her is the deadly race and tribe of women who live amongst
mortal men to their great trouble, no helpmeets in hateful
poverty, but only in wealth. 

And as in thatched hives bees feed the drones
whose nature is to do mischief -- by day and throughout the day
until the sun goes down the bees are busy and lay the white combs,
while the drones stay at home in the covered skeps
and reap the toil of others into their own bellies --
even so Zeus who thunders on high made women to be an evil
to mortal men, with a nature to do evil. 

And he gave them a second evil to be the price for the good they had:
whoever avoids marriage and the sorrows that women cause,
and will not wed, reaches deadly old age without anyone to tend his years,
and though he at least has no lack of livelihood while he lives,
yet, when he is dead, his kinsfolk divide his possessions amongst them. 
And as for the man who chooses the lot of marriage and takes a good wife
suited to his mind, evil continually contends with good;
for whoever happens to have mischievous children,
lives always with unceasing grief in his spirit and heart within him;
and this evil cannot be healed.

So it is not possible to deceive or go beyond the will of Zeus;
for not even the son of Iapetus, kindly Prometheus,
escaped his heavy anger, but of necessity strong bands confined him,
although he knew many a wile.


Version 2: The Story of Prometheus and Pandora (Works and Days)

For the gods keep hidden from men the means of life.
Else you would easily do work enough in a day to supply you for a
full year even without working; soon would you put away your
rudder over the smoke, and the fields worked by ox and sturdy
mule would run to waste. 

But Zeus in the anger of his heart hidit,
because Prometheus the crafty deceived him;
therefore he planned sorrow and mischief against men. 
He hid fire; but that the noble son of Iapetus stole again for men
from Zeus the counsellor in a hollow fennel-stalk,
so that Zeus who delights in thunder did not see it. 

But afterwards Zeus who gathers the clouds said to him in anger:

`Son of Iapetus, surpassing all in cunning, you are
glad that you have outwitted me and stolen fire -- a great plague
to you yourself and to men that shall be.  But I will give men as
the price for fire an evil thing in which they may all be glad of
heart while they embrace their own destruction.'

So said the father of men and gods, and laughed aloud. 

And he bade famous Hephaestus make haste and mix earth
with water and to put in it the voice and strength of human kind,
and fashion a sweet, lovely maiden-shape, like to the immortal
goddesses in face; and Athene to teach her needlework and the
weaving of the varied web; and golden Aphrodite to shed grace
upon her head and cruel longing and cares that weary the limbs.
And he charged Hermes the guide, the Slayer of Argus, to put in
her a shameless mind and a deceitful nature.

So he ordered.  And they obeyed the lord Zeus the son of Cronos. 
Forthwith the famous Lame God [Hephaestus] moulded clay
in the likeness of a modest maid, as the son of Cronos purposed. 
And the goddess bright-eyed Athene girded and clothed her, and the
divine Graces and queenly Persuasion put necklaces of gold upon
her, and the rich-haired Hours crowned her head with spring flowers. 
And Pallas Athene bedecked her form with all manners of finery. 
Also the Guide, the Slayer of Argus, contrived within
her lies and crafty words and a deceitful nature at the will of
loud thundering Zeus, and the Herald of the gods put speech in her. 
And he called this woman Pandora, because all they who
dwelt on Olympus gave each a gift, a plague to men who eat bread.

But when he had finished the sheer, hopeless snare,
the Father sent glorious Argus-Slayer [Hermes], the swift messenger of the
gods, to take it to Epimetheus as a gift.  And Epimetheus did not
think on what Prometheus had said to him, bidding him never take
a gift of Olympian Zeus, but to send it back for fear it might
prove to be something harmful to men.  But he took the gift, and
afterwards, when the evil thing was already his, he understood.

For ere this the tribes of men lived on earth remote
and free from ills and hard toil and heavy sickness which bring
the Fates upon men; for in misery men grow old quickly. 
But the woman took off the great lid of the jar with her hands and
scattered all these and her thought caused sorrow and mischief to men. 
Only Hope remained there in an unbreakable home within
under the rim of the great jar, and did not fly out at the door;
for ere that, the lid of the jar stopped her, by the will of
Aegis-holding Zeus who gathers the clouds.  But the rest,
countless plagues, wander amongst men; for earth is full of evils
and the sea is full.  Of themselves diseases come upon men
continually by day and by night, bringing mischief to mortals silently;
for wise Zeus took away speech from them. 
So is there no way to escape the will of Zeus.