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Pub. 1543. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Il me suffit de tous mes maux
Puisqu'ils m'ont livré à la mort.
J'ai enduré peine et travaux
Tant de douleur et déconfort.
Que voulez-vous que je fasse
Pour être en votre grace?
De douleur mon cœur si est mort
S'il ne voit votre face.
All my ills are enough for me
Since they have abandoned me to death.
I have endured pain and toil;
So much woe and distress.
What would you have me do
To be in your favour?
My heart is dead from grief,
If it cannot glimpse your face.
Il me suffit de tous mes maux
Puisqu'ils m'ont livré à la mort.
J'ai enduré peine et travaux
Tant de douleur et déconfort.
Que voulez-vous que je fasse
Pour être en votre grace?
De douleur mon cœur si est mort
S'il ne voit votre face.
All my ills are enough for me
Since they have abandoned me to death.
I have endured pain and toil;
So much woe and distress.
What would you have me do
To be in your favour?
My heart is dead from grief,
If it cannot glimpse your face.