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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|Dutch|
{{Text|Dutch|
Sus, sus, soete kintjen teer,
Sus, sus, soete kintjen teer,
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al licht ghy in eenen stal,
al licht ghy in eenen stal,
nochtans sydt ghy Godt van al.}}
nochtans sydt ghy Godt van al.}}
 
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{{Translation|English|
{{Translation|English|
{{Translator|Mick Swithinbank}}
Hush, sweet infant, go to sleep,
Hush, sweet infant, go to sleep,
Let calm descend: no longer weep.
Let calm descend: no longer weep.
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Let rest restore you, Jesus sweet,
Let rest restore you, Jesus sweet,
See us fall before your feet.
See us fall before your feet.
 
{{Translator|Mick Swithinbank}}
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Why these tears, you little child?
Why these tears, you little child?
Do you fear the wind so wild?
Do you fear the wind so wild?

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Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2010-03-28).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 85 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Sus, sus, soete kintjen teer
Composer: Jan Van der Wielen

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredCarol

Language: Dutch
Instruments: Basso continuo

Published: 1665

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Original text and translations

Dutch.png Dutch text

Sus, sus, soete kintjen teer,
hout op dan en weent niet meer,
Ghy syt noch te jonck en cleen,
sus, sus, soete kintjen reen,
ey swijgt soeten Jesus goet,
siet wij vallen u te voet.

Waerom weent ghy soete kint,
doet u leet den stoeren wint,
ist omdat ghy syt vercleent
dat ghy nu so seere weent,
al licht ghy in eenen stal,
nochtans sydt ghy Godt van al.

English.png English translation

Hush, sweet infant, go to sleep,
Let calm descend: no longer weep.
Child so tiny, cease your cries,
Hush, sweet infant, close your eyes.
Let rest restore you, Jesus sweet,
See us fall before your feet.
Translation by Mick Swithinbank
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Why these tears, you little child?
Do you fear the wind so wild?
Or has some sorrow stricken you
Beyond our power to subdue?
Though now you lie in an ox's stall,
Yet you remain God of all.