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François Gallet
(c.1555 - c.1585)
Adesto dolori meo
(S.S.A.T.B. (or A.A.T.T.B.))
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From Sacræ Cantiones, Douai, 1586. This edition is offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Job, ch.30, v.31,27
Adesto dolori meo, O Deus, nimium fatigor:
et cecidit in luctum cithara mea,
et cantatio mea in plorationem.
Interiora mea efferbuerunt:
absque ulla requie praevenerunt me dies afflictionis.
I am here in my grief, O God, and am greatly exhausted:
Mine harp is turned to mourning, and my song into weeping.
My bowels boiled without rest: for the days of affliction are come upon me.
Adesto dolori meo, O Deus, nimium fatigor:
et cecidit in luctum cithara mea,
et cantatio mea in plorationem.
Interiora mea efferbuerunt:
absque ulla requie praevenerunt me dies afflictionis.
I am here in my grief, O God, and am greatly exhausted:
Mine harp is turned to mourning, and my song into weeping.
My bowels boiled without rest: for the days of affliction are come upon me.