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G.F. Hiindel: SAUL
Charles Jennens
[10] O Lord, Whose Mercies
DAVID
O Lord, whose Mercies numberless
O'er all thy Works prevail,
Tho'daily Man thy Law trmsgress
Thy Patience cannot fail.
If yet his Sin be not too great,
The busy Fiend control,
Yet longer for Repentance wait,
And heal his wounded Soul.
[11] Impious Wretch
DAVID
Impious Wretch, of Race accurst!
And of all that Race the worst!
How hast thou dar'd to lift thy Sword
against th'Anointed of the Lord,
Fall on him - smite him - let him dle;
On thy own Head thy Blood will lie;
Since thy own Mouth has testify'd,
By thee the Lord's Anointed dy'd.
[12] Brave Jonathan
DAVID
Brave Jonathan his Bow ne'er drew,
But wing'd with Death his Anow flew,
And drmk the Blood of slaughter'd Foes.
Nor drew great Saul his Sword in r ain:
It reek'd, where'er he dealt his Blows,
wirh Entrails of the mighty Slain.
G.F. Hiindel:SAUL
Translation: Hanne Briiel
Oh Herre! Din uendelige nAde
DAVID
Oh Hene! Din uendelige nide
lyser over alt dit vark,
skgnt dagligt vi forsynder os
dit telmod svigter ej.
Om end vor synd er ej for stor,
hold Satan fra vor dor,
Bi endnu pe Yor anger stor,
og lag vort sjelesir.
Ugudelige usling
DAVID
Ugudelige usling, af de ford6mtes slagt!
Og af hin slegt den vrrste!
Hvor voved du at ldfte sverd
mod den af Henen salvede?
Til kamp mod ham - sl6 ham - lad ham d6!
Skylden hviler pi dit eget hoved,
af din mund udgik det ord
der drebte Henens salvede.
[12] Tapre Jonatan
DAVID
Ner tapre Jonatan spandte sin bue
flgj den vingede dpd fra hms pil
og drak af den slagne {endes blod
Nir den store Saul trak sit sverd
dampede det hvor slaget ramte
af den magtige slagnes indvolde.