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Ippolito Baccusi
(c.1550 - 1609)
Aspice Domine, quia facta est
(S.S.A.T.T.B. (or A.A.T.T.B.B.))
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From Hyppoliti Baccusii motectorum (book 1), Venice, 1579.
This edition is offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.S.A.T.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.A.T.T.B.B.
This edition is offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.S.A.T.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.A.T.T.B.B.
Lyrics: Latin Antiphon
Aspice Domine, quia facta est desolata civitas plena divitiis.
Sedet in tristitia, domina gentium.
Non est qui consoletur eam, nisi tu, Deus noster.
Plorans ploravit in nocte, et lacrimae eius in maxillis eius.
Non est qui consoletur eam, nisi tu Deus noster.
Behold, O Lord, how the city is become desolate that was full of riches.
She sits in mourning, the mistress of the nations.
She hath none to comfort her save only thou, our God.
She weepeth sore in the nght, and her tears are on her cheeks.
She hath none to comfort her save only thou, our God.
Aspice Domine, quia facta est desolata civitas plena divitiis.
Sedet in tristitia, domina gentium.
Non est qui consoletur eam, nisi tu, Deus noster.
Plorans ploravit in nocte, et lacrimae eius in maxillis eius.
Non est qui consoletur eam, nisi tu Deus noster.
Behold, O Lord, how the city is become desolate that was full of riches.
She sits in mourning, the mistress of the nations.
She hath none to comfort her save only thou, our God.
She weepeth sore in the nght, and her tears are on her cheeks.
She hath none to comfort her save only thou, our God.