the lament of the lamb:
The watchmen have found me. They bruise me; they take away my cloak.
I offer my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pull out
my beard; I do not hide my face from mocking and spitting. I am the
object of scorn to my accusers.
Alas, the daylight is fading, and the shadows of evening grow long. Do
not turn me over to the desire of my enemies, for false witnesses rise up
against me, breathing out violence. Like a lamb led to the slaughter, like a
sheep before its shearers, I am silent. By judgment, I am taken away. Yet
who of my generation has protested?
anthem: in the twilight of my sorrow
Extinguish candle.
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LAMENTATIONS OF THE LAMB – SATB
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