3 from the kommos

Oh frame of the house, how will I enter you?
How will I live with the change in
fortunes; oimoi. So much has happened since.
Then with pine torches from Pelion
with wedding songs I went inside
holding my dear wife by the hand,
and a noisy revel followed,
blessing my dead wife and me--
how noble and royal our ancestors
on both sides--we were joined together.
Now instead of wedding songs there is grieving.
Instead of white garments, black robes
accompany me into the house, inside to my empty nest.