Translation of the song lyrics Queste pungente spine - Christina Pluhar, L'Arpeggiata, Philippe Jaroussky

Queste pungente spine (original)

Queste pungenti spine
Che ne’boschi d’abisso
Nodrite ed allevate
Affliggono, trafiggono
O crudeltade
O crudeltade
Il mio Signor e Dio
Son saete divine
Che col foco del cielo
Addolcite e temprate
Allettano, dilettano
O, gran pietade
Il cor divoto, divoto e pio
E tu, anima mia
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore?
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore?
Stolta che fai?
Che pensi?
Il tuo Giesù tradito
Il tuo Giesù piagato
Si lacera, si macera
Ohimè, che stato
Ohimè, che stato
Solo per darti vita
E tu ingrata
I sensi ogn’hor
Più cruda induri
Sei di cor si spietato
Si rigido, si frigido
O stelle, o fato
Che non procuri aita?
O aita
Ben veggio, anima mia
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore
Non sai che sia dolore
Ancor non senti amore
These stinging thorns
That in woods of the abyss
Couped and talled
Afflict, aggrieve
Oh cruelty
Oh cruelty
My Lord and my God
They are divine arrows
That, through heaven’s fire
Appease and temper
Persuade, delight
Oh great devotion
The faithful and pious heart
And you, my soul
You don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love?
You don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love?
You make a fool of yourself
What are you thinking?
Your Jesus betrayed
Your Jesus wounded
Lacerates, torments himself
Oh, how bad is his condition
Oh, how bad is his condition
Just to give you life
And you, ungrateful
Your feelings every hour
You, unrelenting, harden them
Is your heart so ruthless
So rigid, so cold
Oh stars, oh fate
That you are not seeking help?
Oh help
Now I see, my soul
That you don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love
That you don’t know but pain
Still don’t feel love

Queste pungente spine (translation)

These prickly thorns
What about the woods of the abyss
Nodrite and bred
They afflict, they pierce
O cruelty
O cruelty
My Lord and God
Son saete divine
Than with the fire of the sky
Softened and tempered
They allure, they delight
Or, great pietade
The devout, devout and pious heart
And you, my soul
You don't know it's pain
Don't you still feel love?
You don't know it's pain
Don't you still feel love?
You foolish what are you doing?
What do you think?
Your betrayed Jesus
Your wounded Jesus
It tears, it macerates
Oh dear, what a state
Oh dear, what a state
Just to give you life
And you ungrateful
The senses every hour
More raw harden
You are ruthless at heart
Yes stiff, yes frigid
Or stars, or fate
What do you not get aita?
O aita
Well see, my soul
You don't know it's pain
You still don't feel love
You don't know it's pain
You still don't feel love
These stinging thorns
That in woods of the abyss
Couped and talled
Afflict, aggrieve
Oh cruelty
Oh cruelty
My Lord and my God
They are divine arrows
That, through heaven's fire
Appease and temper
Persuades, delight
Oh great devotion
The faithful and pious heart
And you, my soul
You don't know but pain
Still don't feel love?
You don't know but pain
Still don't feel love?
You make a fool of yourself
What are you thinking?
Your Jesus betrayed
Your Jesus wounded
Lacerates, torments himself
Oh, how bad is his condition
Oh, how bad is his condition
Just to give you life
And you, ungrateful
Your feelings every hour
You, unrelenting, harden them
Is your heart so ruthless
So rigid, so cold
Oh stars, oh fairies
That you are not seeking help?
Oh help
Now I see, my soul
That you don't know but pain
Still don't feel love
That you don't know but pain
Still don't feel love