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{{Text|Latin}} | |||
<poem> | |||
Versa est in luctum cithara mea, | |||
et organum meum in vocem flentium. | |||
Parce mihi Domine, | |||
nihil enim sunt dies mei. | |||
Cutis mea denigrata est super me | |||
et ossa mea aruerunt. | |||
</poem> | |||
{{Translation|English}} | |||
<poem> | |||
My harp is tuned for lamentation, | |||
and my flute to the voice of those who weep. | |||
Spare me, O Lord, | |||
for my days are as nothing. | |||
My skin is become black upon me, | |||
and my bones are dried up. | |||
</poem> | |||
My | |||
harp | |||
is | |||
tuned | |||
for | |||
lamentation, | |||
and | |||
my | |||
flute | |||
to | |||
the | |||
voice | |||
of | |||
those | |||
who | |||
weep. | |||
Spare | |||
me, | |||
O | |||
Lord, | |||
for | |||
my | |||
days | |||
are | |||
as | |||
nothing. | |||
My | |||
skin | |||
is | |||
become | |||
black | |||
upon | |||
me, | |||
and | |||
my | |||
bones | |||
are | |||
dried | |||
up. | |||
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CPDL #25651:
- Editor: Jeffrey Quick (submitted 2012-02-27). Score information: Letter, 9 pages, 229 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Versa est in luctum
Composer: Derrick Gerarde
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SAATTB
Genre: Sacred, Motet
Language: Latin
Instruments: a cappella
Published: ca. 1560
Original text and translations
Latin text
Versa est in luctum cithara mea,
et organum meum in vocem flentium.
Parce mihi Domine,
nihil enim sunt dies mei.
Cutis mea denigrata est super me
et ossa mea aruerunt.
English translation
My harp is tuned for lamentation,
and my flute to the voice of those who weep.
Spare me, O Lord,
for my days are as nothing.
My skin is become black upon me,
and my bones are dried up.