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Christoph Buel
(1574 - 1631)
An Wasserflüssen Babylon
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Edition prepared from Contrapuncti Compositi. Teutscher Psalmen, und anderer Geistlichen Kirchengesang,
Nurnberg, 1602
Lyrics: Psalm 137, v.1-3
An Wasserflüssen Babylon
da saßen wir mit Schmerzen
als wir gedachten an Zion,
da weinten wir von Herzen.
Wir hingen auf mit schwerem Mut
die Harfen und die Orgeln gut
an ihre Bäum der Weiden,
die drinnen sind in ihrem Land;
da mußten wir viel Schmach und Schand
täglich von ihnen leiden.
At the rivers of Babylon,
There sat we downe right heavily;
Even whan we thought upon Syon,
We wept together sorrowfully.
For we were in such heaviness,
That we forgot all our merriness,
And left off all our sport and play:
On the willow trees that were there by
We hanged up our harps truly,
And mourned sore both night and day.
(trans. Coverdale)
An Wasserflüssen Babylon
da saßen wir mit Schmerzen
als wir gedachten an Zion,
da weinten wir von Herzen.
Wir hingen auf mit schwerem Mut
die Harfen und die Orgeln gut
an ihre Bäum der Weiden,
die drinnen sind in ihrem Land;
da mußten wir viel Schmach und Schand
täglich von ihnen leiden.
At the rivers of Babylon,
There sat we downe right heavily;
Even whan we thought upon Syon,
We wept together sorrowfully.
For we were in such heaviness,
That we forgot all our merriness,
And left off all our sport and play:
On the willow trees that were there by
We hanged up our harps truly,
And mourned sore both night and day.
(trans. Coverdale)