Sol 5.6

  1. You have made us hear a song with no grace in it,

    as it grates upon the ears of cats.

  2. Until, when you raised your voice—may you never rise—

    you treated my ears to the bellowing of swine.

  3. And whenever it sank into a low drone,

    you would think hornets were singing inside glass bottles.

  4. Never be deceived by brightly dyed garments:

    women have set them as snares for the decrees of fate.

Sol 5.6