Herr, lehre doch mich
Language: German (Deutsch)
Our translations: CAT DUT ENG FRE ITA
Herr, lehre doch mich,
daß ein Ende mit mir haben muß,
und mein Leben ein Ziel hat,
und ich davon muß.
Siehe, meine Tage sind
einer Hand breit vor dir,
und mein Leben ist wie nichts vor dir.
Herr, lehre doch mich,
daß ein Ende mit mir haben muß,
und mein Leben ein Ziel hat,
und ich davon muß.
Ach wie gar nichts sind alle Menschen,
die doch so sicher leben.
Sie gehen daher wie ein Schemen,
und machen ihnen viel vergebliche Unruhe;
sie sammeln und wissen nicht wer es kriegen wird.
Ach wie gar nichts sind alle Menschen,
die doch so sicher leben.
Nun Herr, wess soll ich mich trösten?
Ich hoffe auf dich.
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- ENG English (Ahmed E. Ismail) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- EST Estonian (Eesti keel) (Bible or other Sacred Texts)
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , title 1: "Senyor, fes-me doncs saber", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ahmed E. Ismail
This text was added to the website: 2006-01-02
Line count: 20
Word count: 115
Ricordami, Signore
Language: Italian (Italiano) after the German (Deutsch)
Ricordami, Signore,
la mia natura mortale
e che la mia esistenza ha un termine,
comprenderò così quanto è breve la mia vita.
Vedi, nel palmo di una mano
Stanno i miei giorni al tuo cospetto,
e la mia esistenza, davanti a te, è un niente.
Ricordami, Signore,
la mia natura mortale
e che la mia esistenza ha un termine,
comprenderò così quanto è breve la mia vita.
Ah, quanto insignificante è ogni uomo sulla terra,
che pure vive credendosi sicuro.
La sua vita trascorre come un'ombra,
e inutilmente egli si affanna;
accumula ricchezze e non sa chi ne godrà.
Ah, quanto insignificante è ogni uomo sulla terra,
che pure vive credendosi sicuro.
Ora Signore, chi mi darà conforto?
In te solo io spero.
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This text was added to the website: 2006-05-08
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Word count: 123