program - The Louisville Master Chorale

MENDELSSOHN: Warum toben die Heiden? (Psalm 2)
Warum toben die Heiden, und die Leute reden
so vergeblich?
Die Könige im Lande lehnen sich auf, und die
Herren ratschlagen mit einander wider den
Herrn und seinen Gesalbten:
Lasset uns zerreisen ihre Bande, und von uns
werfen ihre Seile!
Aber der im Himmel wohnet, lachet ihrer, und
der Herr spottet ihrer.
Er wird einst mit ihnen reden in seinem Zorn,
und mit seinem Grimm wird er sie schrecken.
Aber ich habe meinen König eingesetzt auf
meinem heiligen Berge Zion.
Ich will von einer solchen Weise predigen, dass
der Herr zu mir gesagt hat:
Du bist mein Sohn, heute hab’ ich dich
gezeuget;
heische von mir, so will ich dir die Heiden zum
Erbe geben, und der Welt Ende zum Eigenthum.
Du sollst sie mit eisernem Scepter zerschlagen,
wie Töpfe sollst du sie zerbrechen:
So lasset euch nun weisen, ihr Könige, und
lasset euch züchtigen, ihr Richter auf Erden.
Dienet dem herrn mit Furcht und freuet euch
mit Zittern!
Küsset den Sohn, dass er nicht zürne, und ihr
umkommet auf dem Wege, denn sein Zorn wird
bald aufbrennen.
Aber Wohl allen, die auf ihn trauen.
SOHLER: Kas Dziedaja , harp interlude (Psalm 137: 1-4)
By the rivers of Babylon there we sat weeping when we remembered Zion.
On the poplars in its midst we hung up our harps.
For there our captors asked us for the words of a song; Our tormentors, for joy:
“Sing for us a song of Zion!”
But how could we sing a song of the Lord in a foreign land?
Why do the nations protest, and the peoples
conspire in vain?
Kings on earth rise up and princes plot together
against the Lord and against his anointed one:
“Let us break their shackles and cast off their
chains from us!”
The one enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord
derides them,
Then he speaks to them in his anger, in his
wrath he terrifies them:
“I myself have installed my king on Zion, my
holy mountain.”
I will proclaim the decree of the Lord, he said
to me,
“You are my son; today I have begotten you.
Ask it of me, and I will give you the nations as
your inheritance, and, as your possession, the
ends of the earth.
With an iron rod you will shepherd them, like a
potter’s vessel you will shatter them.”
And now, kings, give heed; take warning, judges
on earth.
Serve the Lord with fear; exult with trembling,
Accept correction lest he become angry and you
perish along the way when his anger suddenly
blazes up.
Blessed are all who take refuge in him!
ALLEGRI: Miserere Mei
VULGATE PSALM 50
Miserere mei, Deus: secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.
Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum, dele iniquitatem meam.
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea: et a peccato meo munda me.
Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego cognosco: et peccatum meum contra me est semper.
Tibi soli peccavi, et malum coram te feci: ut justificeris in sermonibus tuis, et vincas cum judicaris.
Ecce enim in iniquitatibus conceptus sum: et in peccatis concepit me mater mea.
Ecce enim veritatem dilexisti: incerta et occulta sapientiae tuae manifestasti mihi.
Asperges me hysopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
Auditui meo dabis gaudium et laetitiam: et exultabunt ossa humiliata.
Averte faciem tuam a peccatis meis: et omnes iniquitates meas dele.
Cor mundum crea in me, Deus: et spiritum rectum innova in visceribus meis.
Ne proiicias me a facie tua: et spiritum sanctum tuum ne auferas a me.
Redde mihi laetitiam salutaris tui: et spiritu principali confirma me.
Docebo iniquos vias tuas: et impii ad te convertentur.
Libera me de sanguinibus, Deus, Deus salutis meae: et exultabit lingua mea justitiam tuam.
Domine, labia mea aperies: et os meum annuntiabit laudem tuam.
Quoniam si voluisses sacrificium, dedissem utique: holocaustis non delectaberis.
Sacrificium Deo spiritus contribulatus: cor contritum, et humiliatum, Deus, non despicies.
Benigne fac, Domine, in bona voluntate tua Sion: ut aedificentur muri Jerusalem.
Tunc acceptabis sacrificium justitiae, oblationes, et holocausta: tunc imponent super altare tuum vitulos.
PSALM 51
Have mercy on me, God, in accord with your merciful love;
In your abundant compassion blot out my transgressions.
Thoroughly wash away my guilt; and from my sin cleanse me.
For I know my transgressions; my sin is always before me.
Against you, you alone have I sinned; I have done what is evil in your eyes,
so that you are just in your word, and without reproach in your judgment.
Behold, I was born in guilt; in sin my mother conceived me.
Behold, you desire true sincerity; and secretly you teach me wisdom.
Cleanse me with hyssop, that I may be pure; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.
You will let me hear gladness and joy; the bones you have crushed will rejoice.
Turn away your face from my sins; blot out all my iniquities.
A clean heart create for me, God; renew within me a steadfast spirit.
Do not drive me from before your face, nor take from me your holy spirit.
Restore to me the gladness of your salvation; uphold me with a willing spirit.
I will teach the wicked your ways, that sinners may return to you.
Rescue me from violent bloodshed, God, my saving God, and my tongue will sing joyfully of your justice.
Lord, you will open my lips; and my mouth will proclaim your praise.
For you do not desire sacrifice or I would give it; a burnt offering you would not accept.
My sacrifice, O God, is a contrite spirit; a contrite, humbled heart, O God, you will not scorn.
Treat Zion kindly according to your good will; build up the walls of Jerusalem.
Then you will desire the sacrifices of the just, burnt offering and whole offerings;
then they will offer up young bulls on your altar.