Thy beauty, O Israel - Wise, Michael

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"A verse anthem To be sung at morning prayer for 30th January, the anniversary of the execution of King Charles I. The section starting "O Jonathan" was parodied by Handel in his oratorio "[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saul_(Handel) Saul]""

◈ Genre → Sacred laments

♯ Tonart C minor

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → SATTB|add=with solo passages for bass, and 2 tenors

◆ Difficulty

Unterstufe

↕ Tonumfang C – E-5

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 257

Textur mixed texture

Stimmen 6

Instrumente Keyboard

Seiten 9

CPDL Nr. 41645

Bearbeiter James Gibb

Veröffentlicht 2016-10-31

Lizenz CPDL-Lizenz

♫Tonumfänge

Soprano

d' – E-5

Alto

g – g'

Tenor

B-2 – f'

Bass

E-2 – d'

Organ

C – E-4

Schlagwörter

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<b>Adapted from the Bible, 2 Samuel chapter 1</b> Thy beauty, O Israel is slain upon the high places: how are the mighty fall'n! Tell it not in Gath, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon Lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph. Ye mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain Upon you, nor fields of offerings, for there the shield of the mighty Is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul as if it had not been anointed with oil. Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon Lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph. From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, The bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty. Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives and in their deaths were not divided Ye daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, who put on ornaments of gold upon your apparel. How are the mighty fall'n in the midst of the battle. Thy beauty, O Israel is slain upon the high places: how are the mighty fall'n! O Jonathan, O my brother Jonathan thou wast slain in thine high places I am distressed for thee.Very pleasant hast though been O Jonathan, thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. How are the mighty fall'n and the weapons of the war are perished.