Bach
St. Matthew Passion BWV 244 - Erbarme Dich Lyrics
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Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Ventris tuae, Jesus.
Ave Maria
Ave Maria
Mater Dei
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Ora pro nobis
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Ave Maria
The song "Ave Maria" is a Latin prayer to the Virgin Mary that translates to "Hail Mary" in English. The lyrics open with the phrase "Gratia plena," which means "full of grace," and is referencing Mary's purity and sinlessness. Mary is then referred to as "Benedicta," meaning "blessed," acknowledging her special role in giving birth to Jesus, who is referred to as "fructus ventris," or "fruit of thy womb." The chorus repeats the opening phrase "Ave Maria," which is a respectful greeting or salutation to Mary.
The second verse of the song begins with "Mater Dei," or "Mother of God," acknowledging Mary's divine status as the mother of Jesus. The rest of the verse is a prayer to Mary to intercede on behalf of sinners, asking her to pray for us "now and in the hour of our death." This underscores the importance of Mary's role as an intercessor and reminds listeners of the power of prayer.
Overall, "Ave Maria" is a reverent tribute to the Virgin Mary that acknowledges her purity, divinity, and intercessory role in Christian theology. It is a timeless prayer that has been set to music by many composers over the centuries and has become a beloved classic in both sacred and secular settings.
Line by Line Meaning
Ave Maria
Hail Mary
Gratia plena
Full of grace
Maria, gratia plena
Mary, full of grace
Ave, ave dominus
Hail, Lord
Dominus tecum
The Lord is with you
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Blessed are you among women
Et benedictus
And blessed
Et benedictus fructus ventris
And blessed is the fruit of your womb
Ventris tuae, Jesus.
Jesus, of your womb.
Mater Dei
Mother of God
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Pray for us sinners
Ora pro nobis
Pray for us
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Pray, pray for us sinners
Nunc et in hora mortis
Now and at the hour of our death
Et in hora mortis nostrae
And at the hour of our death
Et in hora mortis nostrae
And at the hour of our death
Et in hora mortis nostrae
And at the hour of our death
Ave Maria
Hail Mary
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Walt Disney Music Company
Written by: ALAN ARNOLD, FRANZ SCHUBERT
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@craigbikes8831
at 5:46, his face, and the somber way he closes the book and walks away really conveys a deep sense of emotion. When you realize what the lyrics mean, and the impact of the words he just sang, you understand why he would feel this way after singing it. Such a powerful passage.
Erbarme dich, mein Gott,
Um meiner Zähren willen!
Schaue hier, Herz und Auge
Weint vor dir bitterlich.
Erbarme dich, mein Gott.
Have mercy, my God,
for the sake of my tears!
See here, before you
heart and eyes weep bitterly.
Have mercy, my God.
@ToneZoneStudios
Erbarme dich,
Have mercy,
Mein Gott, um meiner Zähren willen!
My God, for the sake of my tears!
Schaue hier,
Look here,
Herz und Auge weint vor dir
My heart and eyes weep before you
Bitterlich.
Bitterly.
@mikematics
The happiest coincidence of my life is to be born after Bach.
@gregtowern
Me too!
@annettebertora4434
Me too!
@MsGerda2011
Me too
@qdwre
me 2
@charles111
Das ist gut gesagt !
@kiragarvie
His voice is stunning.... Thank God for All of Bach and the Netherlands Bach Society for providing us with these glorious performances.
@schotext2683
God thanked Bach by making sure that 10 of children died before adulthood.. with friends like that who needs enemies
@enzo17tilleria
@@schotext2683 Que estupidez
@Luboman411
Wonderful rendition. Again, I cried. I cannot but cry whenever I hear this aria. As I was starting to listen, I looked out the window and noticed that there was a soft snow falling on white-coated rooftops here in Brooklyn, NYC. I swear, I think Bach wrote this marvelous aria while looking out at a soft falling snow too, coating the rooftops of whatever German town he wrote this in. It just fits the mood, the atmosphere of this masterpiece of sadness. Then I inadvertently lowered my tearing eyes and saw my succulent plant in front of my window, which has a pot shaped like a skull in the manner of Dia de Muertos. The whole accidental mise-en-scene sent shivers down my spine--death draws near. We must be forgiven.