Written last year for a contest I didn't win.


It's loosely based on the chant for the Holy Week responsory, using unreliable canonic figures and plenty of contrary motion, culminating in a bitter-sweet harmonisation of the repeated section. SATB choir a cappella.


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Translation:


All my friends have deserted me, and plotters have prevailed over me. He whom I loved has betrayed me. And with fierce looks and cruel blows they gave me vinegar to drink. They cast me among the wicked and did not spare my soul. And with fierce looks and cruel blows they gave me vinegar to drink.

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