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Händel - Solomon (CD 2)

Georg Friedrich Händel
Solomon
Oratorium in drei Akten
in englischer Originalsprache
und historischer Aufführungspraxis
Nancy Argenta – Sopran (Königin, Erstes Weib)
Laurie Reviol – Sopran (Königin von Saba, Zweites Weib)
Michael Chance – Altus (Salomo)
Julian Podger – Tenor (Zadok)
Steffen Balbach – Bass (Levit)
Hannoversche Hofkapelle
Maulbronner Kammerchor
Künstlerische Leitung: Jürgen Budday
Ein Konzermitschnitt aus der Klosterkirche
Maulbronn vom 27. & 28. September 2003
Doppel-CD, DDD

Ein Konzertmitschnitt aus der Edition Kloster Maulbronn
von Andreas Otto Grimminger und Josef-Stefan Kindler in Zusammenarbeit mit Jürgen Budday.
SOLOMON · ACT I
Scene I
Solomon, Zadok, Priests and Israelites
CHORUS OF PRIESTS
Your harps and cymbals sound
To great Jehovah's praise;
Unto the Lord of Hosts
Your willing voices raise.
Levite
Praise ye the Lord for all his mercies past,
Whose truth, whose justice will for ever last.
CHORUS OF PRIESTS
With pious heart, and holy tongue,
Resound your Maker's name,
Till distant nations catch the song,
And glow with holy flame.
Solomon
Almighty pow'r! who rul'st the earth and skies,
And bade gay order from confusion rise;
Whose gracious hand reliev'd Thy slave distress'd,
With splendour cloath'd him, and with knowledge bless'd;
Thy finish'd Temple with Thy presence grace,
And shed Thy heav'nly glories o'er the place.
Zadok
Imperial Solomon, thy pray'rs are heard.
See!from the op'ning skies
Descending flames involve the sacrifice;
And lo! within the sacred dome
That gleamy light,
Profusely bright,
Declares the Lord of Hosts is come.
Sacred raptures cheer my breast,
Rushing tides of hallow'd zeal,
Joys too fierce to be express'd,
In this swelling heart I feel.
Warm enthusiastic fires
In my panting bosom roll,
Hope of bliss, that ne'er expires,
Dawns upon my ravish'd soul.
Sacred raptures cheer my breast,
Rushing tides of hallow'd zeal,
Joys too fierce to be express'd,
In this swelling heart I feel.
CHORUS OF ISRAELITES
Throughout the land Jehovah's praise record,
For full of pow'r and mercy is the Lord.
Solomon
Bless'd be the Lord, who look'd with gracious eyes
Upon his vassals' humble sacrifice,
And has with an approving smile
My work o'erpaid, and grac'd the pile.
What though I trace each herb and flow'r,
That drink the morning dew,
Did I not own Jehovah's pow'r,
How vain were all I knew!
Say what's the rest but empty boast,
The pedant's idle claim,
Who having all the substance lost
Attempts to grasp a name?
What though: (da capo)
Scene II
To them the queen
Solomon
And see my Queen , my wedded love,
You soon my tenderness shall prove;
A palace shall erect its head,
Of cedar built, with gold bespread;
Me thinks the work is now begun,
The ax resounds on Lebanon,
And see, bedeck'd with canvas wings,
The dancing vessel lightly springs,
While Ophir's mines, well-pleas'd, disclose
The wealth that in their entrails glows.
Queen
Bless'd the day when first my eyes
Saw the wisest of the wise!
Bless'd the day when I was led
To ascend the nuptial bed!
But completely bless'd the day,
On my bosom as he lay,
When he call'd my charms divine,
Vowing to be only mine.
Bless'd the day: (da capo)
Solomon
Thou fair inhabitant of Nile,
Rejoice thy lover with a smile!
Queen
Oh monarch! with each virtue bless'd,
The brightest star that gilds the east;
No joy I know beneath the sun,
But what`s compris'd in Solomon.
With thee, how quickly fled the winter's night,
And short is summer's length of light.
DUET
Queen
Welcome as the dawn of day
To the pilgrim on his way,
Whom the darkness caus'd to stay,
is my lovely king to me.
Solomon
Myrtle grove, or rosy shade,
Breathing odours through the glade
To refresh the village maid,
Yields in sweets, my queen, to theee
Queen
When thou art absent from my sight,
The court I shun, and loathe the light.
With thee th'unshelter'd moor I'd tread,
Nor once of fate complain;
Though burning suns flash'd round my head,
and cleav'd he barren plain.
Thy lovely from alone I prize,
'Tis thou that canst impart
Continual pleasure to my eyes,
And gladness to my heart.
Zardok
Search round the word, there never yet was seen
So wise a monarch, or so chase a queen.
CHORUS
May no rash intruder disturb their soft hours;
To form fragrant pillows, arise, oh ye flow'rs!
Ye zephirs, soft-breathing, their slumbers prolong,
While nightingales lull them to sleep with their song.

SOLOMON · ACT II
Scene I
Solomon, Zadok, Levites and Israelites
CHORUS
From the censer curling rise
Grateful incense to the skies;
Heaven blesses David's throne,
Happy, happy Solomon!
Live, live for ever, pious David's son;
Live, live for ever, mighty Solomon.
Solomon
Prais'd be the Lord, from Him my wisdom springs;
I bow in-raptur'd to the King of Kings.
He led me, abject, to th'imperial state,
When weak, and trembling for my future fate;
Strengthen'd by Him, each foe with horror fled,
Then impious Joab at the altar bled;
The death he oft deserv'd stern Shimei found,
And Adonijah sunk beneath the wound;
Forc'd by his crimes, I spoke a brother's doom, Ah may his
vices perish in his tomb!
When the sun o'er yonder hills
Pours in tides the golden day,
Or, when quiv'ring o'er the rills,
In the west he dies away;
He shall ever hear me sing
Praises to th'eternal King.
Scene II
Solomon, Levite and Israelites
to them an Attendant
Attendant
My sovereign liege, two women stand,
And both beseech the king's command
To enter here. Dissolv'd in tears
the one a new-born infant bears;
The other, fierce, and threat'ning loud,
Declares her story to the crowd;
And thus she clamours to the throng,
"Seek we the king, he shall redress our wrong."
Solomon
Admit them straight; for when we mount the throne,
Our hours are all the people's , not our own.
Scene III
To them the two harlots
First harlot
Thou Son of David, hear a mother's grief;
And let the voice of justice bring relief.
This little babe my womb conceiv'd,
The smiling infant I with joy receiv'd.
That woman also bore a son,
Whose vital thread was quickly spun:
One house we both together kept;
But once, unhappy, as I slept,
She stole at midnight where I lay ,
Bore my soft darling from my arms away,
And left her child behind, a lump of lifeless clay:
And now , oh impious! dares to claim
My right alone, a mother's name.
TRIO
First harlot
Words are weak to paint my fears;
Heart-felt anguish, starting tears,
Bet shall plead a mother's cause,
To thy throne, oh king, I bend,
My cause ist just, be thou my friend.
Second harlot
False is all her melting tale.
Solomon
Justice holds the lifted scale.
Second harolot
Then be just, and fear the laws.
First harlot
Words are weak to paint my fears;
Heart-felt anguish, starting tears,
Best shall plead a mother's cause.
To thy throne, oh king, I bend,
My cause is just, be thou my friend.
Solomon
What says the other to th’imputed charge?
Speak in thy turn, and tell thy wrongs at large.
Second harlot
I cannot varnish o’er my tongue,
And colour fair the face of wrong.
This babe is mine, the womb of earth
Intom’d, conceals her little birth.
Give me my child, my smiling boy,
To cheer my breast with new-born joy
Solomon
Hear me, ye women, and the king regard,
Who from his throne thus reads the just award:
Each claim alike, let both their portions share;
Divide the babe, thus each her part shall bear.
Quick, bring the faulchion, and the infant smite,
Nor further clamour for disputed right.
Second harlot
Thy sentence, great king,
Is prudent and wise,
And my hopes on the wring
Quick bound for the prize.
Contented I hear,
And approve the decree;
For at least I shall tear
The lov’d infant from thee.
First harlot
Withhold, withhold the executing hand!
Reverse, oh king, thy stern command.
Can I see my infant gor’d
With the fierce relentless sword?
Can I see him yield his breath,
Smiling at the hand of death?
And behold the purple tides
Gushing down his tender sides?
Rather be my hopes beguil’d,
Take him all - but spare my child.
Solomon
Israel, attend to what your king shall say;
Think not I meant the innocent to slay.
The stern decision was to trace with art,
The secret dictates of the human heart.
She who could bear the fierce decree to hear,
Nor send one sigh, nor shed one pious tear,
Must be a stranger to a mother’s name.
Hence from my sight, nor urge a further claim!
But you , whose fears a parent’s love attest,
Receive, and bind him to your beating breast;
To you, in justice, I the babe restore,
And may you lose him from your arms no more.
First harlot
Thrice bless’d be the king, for he’s good and he’s wise;
Solomon
The Lord all these virtues has giv’n,
First harlot
My gratitude calls streaming tears from my eyes.
Solomon
Thy thanks be return’d all to Heav’n.
‘Tis god that rewards, and will lift from the dust
Whom to crush proud oppressors endeavour;
First harlot
How happy are those who in God put their trust!
Solomon
For his mercy endureth for ever.
CHORUS OF ISRAELITES
From the east unto the west,
Who so wise as Solomon?
Who like Israel’s king is bless’d,
Who so worthy of a throne?
Zadok
From morn to eve I could enraptur’d sing
The various virtues of our happy king;
In whom , with wonder , we behold combin’d,
The grace of feature with the worth of mind.
See the tall palm that lifts the head
On Jordan’s sedgy side,
His tow’ring branches curling spread,
And bloom in graceful pride.
Each meaner tree regardless springs,
Nor claims our scornful eyes;
Thus thou art first of mortal kings,
And wisest of the wise
See the tall palm: (da capo)
First harlot
No more shall armed bands our hopes destroy,
Peace waves her wing, and pours forth ev’ry joy.
Beneath the vine, or fig-tree’s shade,
Ev’ry shepherd sings the maid,
Who his simple heart betray’d,
In a rustic measure.
While of torments he complains,
All around the village swains
Catch the song, and feel hes pains,
Mingling sighs with pleasure.
Beneath the vine: (da capo)
CHORUS OF PRIESTS
Swell, swell the full chorus to Solomon’s praise,
Record him, ye bards, as the pride of our days.
Flows sweetly the numbers that dwell on his name,
And rouse the whole nation in songs to his fame.
Swell, swell the full chous: (da capo)
SOLOMON · ACT III
Scene I
Solomon, Queen of Sheb, Zadok and Chorus
Queen of Sheba
From Arabia’s spicy shores,
Bounded by the hoary main,
Sheba’s queen these seats explores,
To be taught thy heav’nly strain.
Solomon
Thrice welcome queen, with open arms
Our court receives thee, and thy charms.
The temple of the Lord first meets your eyes,
Rich with the well-accepted sacrifice.
Here all our treasures free behold,
Where cedars lie, o’erwrought with gold;
Next, view a mansion fit for kings to own,
The forest call’d of tow’ring Lebanon,
Where art her utmost skill displays,
And ev’ry object claims your praise.
Queen of Sheba
Ev’ry sight these eyes behold,
Does a diff’rent charm unfold;
Flashing gems, and sculptur’d gold,
Still attract my ravish’d sight.
But to hear fair truth distilling,
In expressions choice and thrilling
From that tongue, so soft and killing,
That my soul does most delight.
Solomon
Sweep, sweep the string, to sooth the royal fair,
And rouse each passion with th’alternate air
Music apread thy voice around,
Sweetly flow the lulling sound.
CHORUS
Music apread thy voice around,
Sweetly flow the lulling sound.
Solomon
Now a diff’rent measure try,
Shake the dome, and pierce the sky.
Rouse us next to martial deeds;
Clanking arms, and neighing steeds,
Seem in fury to oppose
Now the hard-fought battle glows.
CHORUS
Now a diff’rent measure try,
Shake the dome, and pierce the sky.
Rouse us next to martial deeds;
Clanking arms, and neighing steeds,
Seem in fury to oppose
Now the hard-fought battle glows.
Solomon
Then at once from rage remove;
Draw the tear from hopeless love;
Lengthen out the solemn air,
Full of death and wild despair.
CHORUS
Draw the tear from hopeless love;
Lengthen out the solemn air,
Full of death and wild despair.
Solomon
Next the tortur’d soul release,
And the mind restore to peace.
Thus rolling surges rise,
And plough the troubled main;
But soon the tempest dies,
And all is calm again.
CHORUS
Next the tortur’d soul release,
And the mind restore to peace.
Thus rolling surges rise,
And plough the troubled main;
But soon the tempest dies,
And all is calm again.
Queen of Sheba
Thy harmony’s divine, great king,
All, all obeys the artist’s string.
And now, illustrious prince, receive
Such tribute as my realm can give.
Here, purest gold, from earth’s dark entrails torn;
And gems resplendent, that outshine the morn;
There balsam breathes a grateful smell,
With thee the fragrant strangers wish to dwell.
Yet of ev’ry object I behold,
Amid the glare of gems and gold,
The temple most attracts my eye,
Where, with unwearied zeal, you serve the Lord on high.
Levite
Pious king, and virtuous queen,
May your name resound in story;
In time’s latest annals seen,
Crown’d with honour, crown’d with glory
Zadok
Thrice happy king, to have achiev’d ,
What scarce will henceforth be believ’d;
When seven times around the sphere
The sun had led the new-born year,
The temple rose, to mark thy days
With endless themes for future praise.
Our pious David wish’d in vain,
By this great act to bless his reign;
But Heav’n the monarch’s hopes withstood,
For ah! His hands were stain’d with blood.
Golden columns, fair and bright,
Catch the mortals' ravish’d sight;
Round their sides ambitious twine
Tendrils of the clasping vine:
Cherubims stand there display’d,
O’er the ark their wings are laid:
Ev’ry object swells with state,
All is pious, all is great.
CHORUS
Chorus 1
Praise the Lord with harp and tongue!
Praise Him all ye old and young,
He's in mercy ever strong.
Chorus 2
Prais the Lord through ev'ry state,
Praise Him early, praise him late,
God alone is good and great.
Full Chorus
Let the loud Hosannahs rise,
Widely spreading through the skies,
God alone is just and wise.
Queen of Sheba
May peace in Salem ever dwell!
Illustrious Solomon, farewell:
Thy wise instructions be my future care,
Soft as the show'rs that cheer the vernal air;
Whose warmth bids ev'ry plant her sweets disclose,
The lily wakes, and paints the op'ning rose.
Will the sun forget to streak
Eastern skies with amber ray,
When the dusky shades to break
He unbars the gates of day?
Then demand if Sheba's queen
E'er can banish from her thought
All the splendor she has seen,
All the knowledge thou hast taught.
Solomon
Adieu, fair queen, and in thy breast
May peace and virtue ever rest!
DUET
Queen of Sheba
Ev'ry joy that wisdom knows,
May'st thou, pious monarch, share!
Solomon
Ev'ry blessing Heav'n bestows,
Be thy portion, virtuous fair!
Queen of Sheba
Gently flow thy rolling day.
Solomon
Sorrow be stranger here.
Both
May thy people sound thy praise,
Praise unbought by price or fear.
GRAND CHORUS
The name of the wicked shall quickly be past;
But the fame of the just shall eternally last.