Roman Propers: Holy Saturday: Tenebrae: 3rd Nocturn: Psalm LXXXVII "Dómine Déus"

Submitted by Rick.Wheeler on Fri, 2011/04/08 - 1:29pm
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1827
This is part of: 
Roman Propers: Feria Sexta in Coena Domini (Holy Saturday): ad Matutinum et Laudes (Tenebrae)
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Book: 
Liber Usualis 1961 ed.
Page: 
770
Book: 
Liber Usualis 1953 ed.
Page: 
730
Composition Date: 
Unknown
Composer: 
Unknown
Arrangers / Editors: 
Monks of St. Peter's Abbey, Solesmes
Proper Liturgical Usage: 
Psalm
Proper Liturgical Time: 
Sabbato Sancto (Holy Saturday)
Proper Liturgical Day: 
Saturday
Votive: 
F
Performance Time: 
4 min 30 sec
Composition Type: 
Matins
Texture: 
Monophonic
Voices: 
Unison
Language: 
Latin
Difficulty: 
Easy
Musical Style: 
Gregorian
Gregorian Tone: 
4.
Lyrics: 

Dómine, Deus salútis meæ : * in die clamávi, et nocte coram te.
2  Intret in conspéctu tuo orátio mea : * inclína aurem tuam ad precem meam :
3  Quia repléta est malis ánima mea : * et vita mea inférno appropinquávit.
4  Æstimátus sum cum descendéntibus in lacum : * factus sum sicut homo sine adjutório, inter mórtuos liber.
5  Sicut vulneráti dormiéntes in sepúlcris, quorum non es memor ámplius : * et ipsi de manu tua repúlsi sunt.
6  Posuérunt me in lacu inferióri : * in tenebrósis, et in umbra mortis.
7  Super me confirmátus est furor tuus : * et omnes fluctus tuos induxísti super me.
8  Longe fecísti notos meos a me : * posuérunt me abominatiónem sibi.
9  Tráditus sum, et non egrediébar : * óculi mei languérunt præ inópia.
10  Clamávi ad te, Dómine, tota die : * expándi ad te manus meas.
11  Numquid mórtuis fácies mirabília : * aut médici suscitábunt, et confitebúntur tibi?
12  Numquid narrábit áliquis in sepúlcro misericórdiam tuam, * et veritátem tuam in perditióne?
13  Numquid cognoscéntur in ténebris mirabília tua, * et justítia tua in terra obliviónis?
14  Et ego ad te, Dómine, clamávi : * et mane orátio mea prævéniet te.
15  Ut quid, Dómine, repéllis oratiónem meam : * avértis fáciem tuam a me?
16  Pauper sum ego, et in labóribus a juventúte mea : * exaltátus autem, humiliátus sum et conturbátus.
17  In me transiérunt iræ tuæ : * et terróres tui conturbavérunt me.
18  Circumdedérunt me sicut aqua tota die : * circumdedérunt me simul.
19  Elongásti a me amícum et próximum : * et notos meos a miséria.
Et non dicitur Glória Patri.

Translated Lyrics: 

O Lord God of my salvation, * I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.
2  O let my prayer enter into thy presence, * incline thine ear unto my calling;
3  For my soul is full of evils, * and my life draweth nigh unto hell.
4  I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit, * and I am even as a man that hath no strength, cast off among the dead.
5  Like unto them that are slain, and lie sleeping in the grave, who are out of remembrance, * and are cut away from thy hand.
6  They have laid me in the lowest pit, * in a place of darkness, and in the shadow of death.
7  Thine indignation lieth hard upon me, * and thou hast vexed me with all thy storms.
8  Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me, * and made me to be abhorred of them.
9  I was delivered up and came not forth : * my sight failed for very trouble.
10  All the day I have cried unto thee, O Lord, * I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.
11  Dost thou shew wonders among the dead? * or shall physicians raise up the dead again, that they may praise thee?
12  Shall any one in the grave shew thy mercy? * or thy truth in destruction?
13  Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark? * and thy righteousness in the land of the forgotten?
14  Unto thee have I cried, O Lord; * and early shall my prayer come before thee.
15  Lord, why abhorrest thou my prayer, * and hidest thou thy face from me?
16  I am in misery, and in labours even from my youth up ; * and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.
17  Thy wrathful displeasure goeth over me, * and thy terrors have troubled me.
18  They came round about me like water all the day, * and compassed me together on every side.
19  My friend and neighbour hast thou put away from me, * and from misery hid mine acquaintances out of my sight.
Here is not said Glory be.