Psalm103: 2-4 [German] – 2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits: 3 Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases; 4 Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;
Original German:
Lobe den Herren, meine Seele, und vergiß nicht, was er dir Guts getan hat. Der dir alle deine Sünde vergibet und heilet alle deine Gebrechen. Lobe den Herren, meine Seele, und vergiß nicht, was es dir Guts gethan hat. Der dein Leben vom Verderben erlöset, der dich krönet mit Gnad und Barmherzigkeit. Lobe den Herren, meine Seele, und vergiß nicht, was er dir Guts getan hat.
Christoph Spätner. Heinrich Schütz, c. 1660. (Museum für Musikinstrumente der Universität Leipzig)
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“Lobe den Herren, meine Seele,” SWV 39, 8-voice SSAATTBB sacred motet composed by Heinrich Schutz (1585-1672), first published in Psalmen Davids, Op. 2, no. 18 (1619)
Schütz: Lobe den Herren meine Seele - Cantus Cölln
Psalm126: 5-6 [German] –5 They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. 6 He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
Original German text:
Die mit Tränen säen, werden mit Freuden ernten. Sie gehen hin und weinen und tragen edlen Samen und kommen mit Freuden und bringen ihre Garben.
“Die mit Tränen säen werden mit Freuden ernten” [They that sow in tears shall reap in joy], SWV 378, composed by Heinrich Schütz (1585-1672), and first published in Geistliche Chormusik, Op. 11, no. 10 (1648).
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)
13 And they say unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? She saith unto them, Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him.
15 Jesus saith unto her, Woman, why weepest thou? whom seekest thou? She, supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.
16 Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.
17 Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.
English: The Pharisee and the Publican (Le pharisien et le publicain) by James Tissot, 1886-94, Opaque watercolor over graphite on gray wove paper, Brooklyn Museum (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
10 Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican.
11 The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican.
12 I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess.
13 And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner.
14 I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.
13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.
Psalm 100:1-5
