BWV 13 Meine Seufzer, meine Tränen

Second Sunday after Epiphany. 

Georg Christian Lehms, Gottgefälliges Kirchen-Opffer (Darmstadt, 1711); Facs: Neumann T, p. 258. 

3. Johann Heermann, verse 2 of "Zion klagt mit Angst und Schmerzen," 1636 (Fischer-Tümpel, I, #361); 6. Paul Fleming, final verse of "In allen meinen Taten," 1642 (Fischer-Tümpel, I, #489).

20 January 1726, Leipzig. 

BG 2; NBA I/5. 

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1. Aria (T) 

Of my sighing, of my crying 
No one could the sum reveal. 

If each day is filled with sadness

And our sorrow never passeth,

Ah, it means that all our pain

Now the way to death prepareth!

2. Recit. (A) 

My dearest Lord hath let 
Me long in vain invoke him, 
To me in all my weeping 
No comfort yet revealing. 
The hour even now 
Is from afar appearing, 
But still I must in vain make my entreaty. 

3. Chorale (A) 

That God who gave me the promise 
Of his helping hand alway 
Lets me strive in vain to find him 
Now within my sad estate. 
Ah! Will he then evermore 
Cruel wrath retain for me, 
Can and will he to the wretched 
Now no longer show his mercy? 

4. Recit. (S) 

My sorrow ever grows 
And robs me of all peace, 
My cup of woe is filled 
With tears to overflowing, 
And my distress will not be dampened 
And leaves me full of cold despair. 
This night of care and grief 
Doth bring my anxious heart oppression, 
I sing, thus, only songs of sorrow. 
No, spirit, no, 
Take only comfort in thy pain: 
God can the wormwood's gall 
Transform with ease to wine of rapture 
And then as well ten thousand joys allow thee. 

5. Aria (B) 

Moaning and most piteous weeping 
Help our sorrow's sickness not; 

But whoe'er to heaven looketh

And strives there to find his comfort

Can with ease a light of joy

In his grieving breast discover.

6. Chorale (S, A, T, B) 

Thyself be true, O spirit, 
And trust in that one only 
Who hath created thee; 
Let happen what may happen, 
Thy Father there in heaven 
Doth counsel in all matters well. 

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