1 The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
2 Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
3 There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
4 Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun,
5 Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
6 His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Die Himmel erzählen die Ehre Gottes, und die Feste verkündiget seiner Hände Werk. Ein Tag sagt’s dem andern, und eine Nacht tut’s kund der andern. Es ist keine Sprache noch Rede, da man nicht ihre Stimme höre. Und ihr Schall gehet aus in alle Lande, und ihre Rede an der Welt Ende. Er hat der Sonne eine Hütte in derselben gemacht; und die selbige gehet heraus wie ein Bräutigam aus seiner Kammer und freuet sich, wie ein Held zu laufen den Weg. Sie gehet auf an einem Ende des Himmels und läuft um bis wieder an das selbige Ende, und bleibt nichts vor ihrer Hitz’ verborgen.
2 The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
3 I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.
4 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
6 In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
48 And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing.
49 And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father’s business?
1 How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!
2 My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.
Mein Sohn, warum hast du uns das getan, SWV 401, composed by Heinrich Schütz, first published in Symphoniae sacrae III, Op. 12, no. 4 (1650)
Heinrich Schütz - Symphoniae sacrae III SWV 401 - Bernius/Zedelius/Thomas/Gienger
