Chorus
And now, throwing open the gates of his house, he has received a guest though his own eyes were wet, weeping for the loss of his dear wife [600] so recently perished in his house. For his noble nature runs unbridled towards pity and respect. All that is good lives in the hearts of those who are nobly born. I marvel at his wisdom. And sure confidence sits in my heart [605] that the god-fearing man will prosper.