Мэри Герберт, графиня Пэмброк. ПСАЛОМ 120: Ad Dominum

Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke
(1561-1621)

Psalm 120: Ad Dominum

As to th’Eternall, often in anguishes
Erst I have called, never unanswered,
Againe I call, againe I calling,
Doubt not againe to receave an answer.

Lord ridd my soule from treasonous eloquence
Of filthy forgers craftily fraudulent:
And from the tongue where lodg’d resideth
Poison’d abuse, ruine of beleevers.

Thou that reposest vainly thy confidence
In wily wronging; say by thy forgery
What good to thee? what gaine redoundeth?
What benefitt from a tongue deceitfull?

Though like an arrow strongly delivered
It deeply pierce, though like to a Juniper
It coales doe cast, which quickly fired,
Flame very hott, very hardly quenching?

Ah God! too long heere wander I banished,
Too long abiding barbarous injury:
With Kedar and with Mesech harbour’d,
How? in a tent, in a howslesse harbour.

Too long, alas, too long have I dwelled here
With frendly peaces furious enemies:
Who then to peace I seeke to call them,
Faster I find to the warre they arme them.

Очень чувственно звучит, искренне, мощно!

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Нам так приелись рифмы и размеры! -
Ведь музыка в нас не раба химеры.

Здравствуйте, Сергей!
Странно, но у меня не вызывает отторжения отказ от строгого следования законам стихосложения. Музыка ушла вглубь, почти не проявляясь, но всё же давая о себе знать.

С уважением,
Ирина