Josquin: Stabat Mater - Ens. Jachet de Mantoue

Josquin des Prés: Stabat Mater The tenor sings in long note values the tenor of Binchois's chanson "Comme femme desconfortée" (As a discomforted woman). Ensemble Jachet de Mantoue Raoul le Chadenac - alto Thierry Bréhu, Éric Raffard - tenor James Gowings - baritone Philippe Roche - bass Score: www.cpdl.org (Nacho Rodríguez) Performed a minor third below written pitch. Stabat Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat Filius, Cujus animam gementem, Contristantem et dolentem Pertransivit gladius. O quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater Unigeniti. Quae maerebat et dolebat, Et tremebat, dum videbat Nati poenas inclyti. Quis est homo qui non fleret, Christi Matrem si videret In tanto supplicio? Quis non posset contristari, Piam Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum filio? Pro peccatis suae gentis, Vidit Jesum in tormentis, Et flagellis subditum. Vidit suum dulcem natum Morientem desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum. Eia Mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris Fac, ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum deum, Ut sibi complaceam. Virgo virginum praeclara, Jam mihi non sis amara, Fac me tecum plangere. Fac, ut portem Christi mortem, Passionis ejus sortem, Et plagas recolere. Fac me plagis vulnerari, Cruce hac inebriari, Ob amorem filii. Inflammatus et accensus, Per te Virgo sim defensus In die judicii. Fac me cruce custodiri, Morte Christi praemuniri Confoveri gratia. Quando corpus morietur Fac ut animae donetur Paradisi gloria. Amen. === ENGLISH === The grieving mother stood Next to the cross, tearful, While her son hung, Whose groaning soul, Saddened and grieving, The sword pierced. Oh how sad and afflicted Was that blessed Mother of the only-begotten, Who mourned and grieved And trembled when she saw The punishment of her illustrious son. Who is one who would not weep, If one saw the Mother of Christ In such torment? Who could not be saddened To gaze upon the holy Mother Grieving with her son? For the sins of her people, She saw Jesus in torture, And subjected to scourges. She saw her sweet son Left dying While he gave up the spirit. Come, Mother, fountain of love, Make me perceive the force of grief, That I may weep with you. Make my heart bum In loving Christ the god, That I may be acceptable to him. Virgin brightest of virgins, Do not now be harsh with me, Make me lament with you. Make me carry the death of Christ, The prophecy of his suffering, And recall his stripes. Make me wounded by his wounds, To be drunk with this cross, For love of the Son. Flaming and burning, O Virgin, may I be protected by you On the day of judgment. Let me be protected by the cross, Forearmed by Christ's death, Embraced by grace. When the body dies, Let my soul be given The glory of Paradise. Amen.