BWV 25 Es ist Nichts Gesundes

There is nothing sound in my body before your threats and no peace in my bones in the face on my sins

Heal me, dear Lord,
For I am ill and weak;
My heart, sorely wounded,
Suffers great hardship;
My bones are shaken,
I have great fear and anxiety;
My soul is shaken as well.
Ah Lord, why so long!

Ah, from where shall I, wretch, receive counsel?
My leprosy, my plague
cannot be healed by any herb or ointment
other than the balm of Gilead.
You, my doctor, Lord Jesus, alone
know the best cure for the soul.

BWV 24: Ein ungefarbt Gemute

An Unblemished Conscience

An unblemished conscience
of clear faith and goodness
makes us beautiful before God and mankind.
A Christian’s deeds and activities,
his entire life’s enterprise
shall rest upon this same foot.

BWV 23: Du wahrer Gott und Davids Sohn

You True God and Son of David

You true God and Son of David
who already from distant eternity
have looked upon my heartache
and the pain of my body, have mercy on me
And grant through Your wondrous hand
that has turned aside so much evil,
that aid and comfort occur for me as well.