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Etans assis aux rives aquatiques (Claude Goudimel)
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In original French
- Editor: Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2006-08-05). Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 112 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: My edition is based on that by Annie Pousse. I have set out each verse separately to make them easier to read; in addition, I have set Verse 1 to the melody only, Verse 2 to the melody plus Goudimel's bass line, and Verses 3-5 to Goudimel's four-part harmony.
- Editor: Annie Pousse (submitted 2001-01-02). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 76 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- Editor: Arno Rog (submitted 2000-08-21). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
In Dutch translation, "Aan Babels stromen zaten wij gevangen"
- Editor: Arno Rog (submitted 2000-08-21). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kbytes Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Etans assis aux rives aquatiques
Composer: Claude Goudimel
Lyricist: Clément Marot, adapted from Psalm 137
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Motet
Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
Original text and translations may be found at Psalm 137.
French text
Estans assis aux rives aquatiques
De Babylon, plorions mélancholiques,
Nous souvenant du païs de Syon:
Et au milieu de l'habitation,
Où de regret tant de pleurs espandismes,
Aux saules vers nos harpes nous pendismes
Lors, ceulx qui là captifs nous emmenèrent,
de les sonner fort nous importunèrent,
Et de Syon les chansons réciter:
Las, dismes nous, qui pourroit inciter
Nos tristes cueurs à chanter la louange,
De nostre Dieu, en une Terre estrange ?
Or toutefoys, puisse oublier ma dextre
L'art de harper, avant qu'on te voye estre
Ierusalem, hors de mon souvenir:
Ma langue puisse à mon palais tenir
St je t'oublie, et si jamais ay joye,
Tant que premier ta délivrance j'oye.
Dutch translation requested
