Roman Propers: Holy Saturday: Tenebrae: 1st Nocturn: Lesson III "Incipit Orátio"

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1806
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Roman Propers: Feria Sexta in Coena Domini (Holy Saturday): ad Matutinum et Laudes (Tenebrae)
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Book: 
Liber Usualis 1961 ed.
Page: 
758
Book: 
Liber Usualis 1953 ed.
Page: 
719
Composition Date: 
Unknown
Composer: 
Unknown
Arrangers / Editors: 
Monks of St. Peter's Abbey, Solesmes
Proper Liturgical Usage: 
Matins Lesson
Proper Liturgical Time: 
Sabbato Sancto (Holy Saturday)
Proper Liturgical Day: 
Saturday
Votive: 
F
Performance Time: 
2 min 30 sec
Composition Type: 
Matins
Texture: 
Monophonic
Voices: 
Unison
Language: 
Latin
Hebrew
Difficulty: 
Easy
Musical Style: 
Gregorian
Gregorian Tone: 
Tonus Lamentationes
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Copyright
Lyrics: 

Incipit Orátio Jeremíæ Prophétæ

Recordáre, Dómine, quid accíderit nobis : intuére, et réspice oppróbrium nostrum.  Heréditas nostra versa est ad aliénos : domus nostræ ad extráneos.  Pupílli facti sumus absque patre, matres nostræ quasi víduæ.  Aquam nostram pecúnia bíbimus : ligna nostra prétio comparávimus.  Cervícibus nostris minabámur, lassis non dabátur réquies.  Ægypto dédimus manum, et Assyriis, ut saturarémur pane.  Patres nostri peccavérunt, et non sunt : et nos iniquitátes eórum portávimus.  Servi domináti sunt nostri : non fuit qui redímeret de manu eórum.  In animábus nostris afferebámus panem nobis, a fácie gládii in desérto.  Pellis nostra, quasi clíbanus exústa est a fácie tempestátum famis.  Mulíeres in Sion humiliavérunt, et vírgines in civitátibus Juda.

Jerúsalem, Jerúsalem, convértere ad Dóminum Deum tuum.

Translated Lyrics: 

Here beginneth the Prayer of Jeremiah the Prophet

Remember, O Lord, what is come upon us: consider, and behold our reproach.  Our inheritance is turned to strangers, our houses to aliens.  We are orphans and fatherless, our mothers are as widows.  We have drunken our water for money; our wood is sold unto us.  Our necks are under persecution: we labour, and have no rest.  We have given the hand to the Egyptians, and to the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.  Our fathers have sinned, and are not; and we have borne their iniquities.  Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.  We gat our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.  Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.  They ravished the women in Zion, and the maids in the cities of Judah.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, return unto the Lord thy God.