Miserere mei Deus - Allegri - LEGENDADO PT-BR

🙏🏼Ajude-nos a manter nosso trabalho! Apoie-nos pelo link: ---------------------------- ⚜️Nosso instagram: @ 🫵🏼Inscreva-se no nosso novo canal:​⁠ @historiaiberica --------------------------- 🫶🏼Ou doe com um pix! Nossa chave é o e-mail: @ ---------------------------- Salmo 51 musicado por Gregorio Allegri e é também conhecido como Miserere mei, Deus (Tende misericórdia de mim, Deus). Era executado na Capela Sistina durante as matinas, como parte do serviço exclusivo das tênebras, na quarta e sexta-feira da Semana Santa. Meus agradecimentos à Aline Cerqueira que já havia traduzido antes e facilitou bastante nosso trabalho. English lyrics:. Have mercy upon me, O God: after Thy great goodness. According to the multitude of Thy mercies, do away mine offences. Wash me thoroughly from my wickedness: and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my faults: and my sin is ever before me. Against Thee only have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that Thou mightest be justified in Thy saying, and clear when Thou art judged. Behold, I was shapen in wickedness: and in sin hath my mother conceived me. But lo, Thou requirest truth in the inward parts: and shalt make me to understand wisdom secretly. Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Thou shalt make me hear of joy and gladness: that the bones which Thou hast broken may rejoice. Turn Thy face from my sins: and put out all my misdeeds. Make me a clean heart, O God: and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from Thy presence: and take not Thy Holy Spirit from me. O give me the comfort of Thy help again: and stablish me with Thy free Spirit. Then shall I teach Thy ways unto the wicked: and sinners shall be converted unto Thee. Deliver me from blood-guiltiness, O God, Thou that art the God of my health: and my tongue shall sing of Thy righteousness. Thou shalt open my lips, O Lord: and my mouth shall shew [show] Thy praise. For Thou desirest no sacrifice, else would I give it Thee: but Thou delightest not in burnt-offerings. The sacrifice of God is a troubled spirit: a broken and contrite heart, O God, shalt Thou not despise. O be favourable and gracious unto Sion: build Thou the walls of Jerusalem. Then shalt Thou be pleased with the sacrifice of righteousness, with the burnt-offerings and oblations: then shall they offer young bullocks upon Thine altar.