[Het reghende seer ende ick worde nat / Souterliedeken 3]
[19] Clemens non Papa: Souterliedeken 3
Den III Psalm. Domine quid multiplicati sunt.
Nae die wyse: Het reghende seer, end ick wert nat.
O Heer hoe zijnse so menichfout
Mijn vyanden seer fel en stout
Staen tegens my.
Veel segghen tot mijnder sielen
Dat ick van God verlaten sy.
Maer heer ghi zijt mijn hulper altijt
Die my verlost, end oock verblijt.
Mijn glory alleyn
Ghi hebt mijn hooft verheven.
Maect my van allen sonden reyn.
| [Het reghende seer ende ick worde nat / Souterliedeken 3]
[19] Clemens non Papa: Souterliedeken 3
The 3rd psalm: Domine quid multiplicati sunt.
To the tune: It was raining hard and I became wet.
O Lord, how manifold are they,
My enemies, bloodthirsty and audacious.
They attack me.
Many say to my soul
That God has left me.
But Lord, You are always my helper,
Who redeems me and rejoices me, too.
You, my only glory,
Have lifted my head,
Please make me free of all sins. |
