Improperium expectavit cor meum, et miseriam:et sustinui qui simul mecum constristaretur, et non fuit:consolantem me quaesivi, et non inveni:et dederunt in escam meam fel, et insiti mea potaverunt me aceto.
My heart hath expected reproach and misery;
and I looked for one that would grieve together with Me, but there was none:
I sought for one that would comfort Me, and I found none;
and they gave Me gall for My food, and in My thirst they gave Me vinegar to drink.
P S A L M 6 8 : 2 1 - 2 2
This polyphic setting by Lassus for Palm Sunday's offertory verse is my favorite. Lenten. song. ever.
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