Oratio Jeremiae (Costanzo Porta)

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  • (Posted 2015-06-17)   CPDL #35785:     
Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2015-06-17).   Score information: Unknown, 0 pages, 1.03 MB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Source: Opera omnia, L'Arte Musicale d'Italia, 2nd Ed., 1971, vol. I, ed. Luigi Torchi. Notation here is a fifth higher than original, note values halved. Translation, musica ficta and text underlay by John Hetland and The Renaissance Street Singers. 12 Jul 2008

General Information

Title: Oratio Jeremiae
Composer: Costanzo Porta
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SAATB
Genre: SacredLamentation

Language: Latin
Instruments: A cappella

Published:

Description: Lamentations 5:1-8

External websites:

Original text and translations

Latin.png Latin text

Incipit orátio Jeremías prophétae.

Recordáre, Dómine,
quid accíderit nóbis;
Intúere et réspice oppróbrium nóstrum.
Haeréditas nóstra vérsa est ad aliénos,
Dómus nóstrae ad extráneos.

Pupílli fácti súmus ábsque pátre,
Mátres nóstrae quasi víduae.
Aquam nóstram pecúnia bíbimus;
Lígna nóstra prétio comparávimus.
Cervícibus nóstris minabámur,
Lássis non dabátur réquies.

Aegýpto dédibus mánum et Assíriis
Ut saturarémur páne.
Pátres nóstri peccavérunt, et non sunt;
Et nos iniquitátes eórum portávimus.

Sérvi domináti sunt nóstri;
Non fúit qui redímeret de mánu eórum.

Jerúsalem, Jerúsalem,
convértere ad Dóminum Déum túum.

English.png English translation

Here begins the prayer of the prophet Jeremiah.

Remember, O Lord,
What has befallen us;
Behold, and see our disgrace!
Our inheritance has been turned over to strangers,
Our homes to foreigners.

We have become orphans, without fathers,
Our mothers are like widows.
Our water we we must buy to drink;
Our wood we have obtained at a price.
Our necks are at risk,
The weary are given no rest.

We gave a hand to Egypt and the Assyrians
That we might have enough bread.
Our fathers sinned, and are no more;
And we bear their iniquities.

Our slaves have ruled;
There is none to deliver us from their hand.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Turn to the Lord your God.