Sol 6.1

  1. How often, in the days of the wine cup, you claimed that you

    had become my supporters and brothers.

  2. Until my enemy's scheming struck me, robbing me

    of my safety and striking me down treacherously, unjustly and aggressively.

  3. So I rose, crying for help, hoping for your assistance,

    but found no supporter or helper among you.

  4. So your pledge was a lie, and your faces

    were like wine in their forms and colors.

  5. And after I sobered up, I was grieved by the opposite of what had filled

    my soul with joy when I was drunk.

Sol 6.1