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SONG OF BALAAM. (Nm 23, 7-24)

    Mi-                      Re
C.  From Aram, Balak made me come,
    Mi-           Re
    the King of Moab,
                     Mi-
    from the Eastern Mountains:
     Re                    Mi-
    "Come, curse Jacob for me,
    Re                         Mi-
    come, prophesy against Israel".


    Sol         Re     Sol Si-        Mi- 
    How shall I curse if God does not let me?
    Sol               Re  Sol Si-        Mi- 
    How shall I prophesy if God does not want?
             Re                   Mi-  
    From the top of these crags I see them,
             Re                   Mi-
    from the top of this peak I observe them:
    Re                                  Mi-   
    this is a people different from all nations!


    Mi-                    Re
A.  HOW BEAUTIFUL ARE YOUR TENTS |
                        Mi-      | (x2)
    HOW BEAUTIFUL O ISRAEL.      | 


    Sol       Re   Sol Si-    Mi- 
C.  Who shall count your multitudes, 
      Re      Mi-    Re      Mi- 
A.  JACOB O JACOB, JACOB O JACOB? 
    Sol          Re         Sol Si-        Mi- 
C.  Let my death be like the death of your Just One,
    Re                      Mi- 
A.  LET MY LIFE BE WHERE HE IS,
    Re                      Mi-     
    LET MY LIFE BE WHERE HE IS.
    Mi-     
    HOW BEAUTIFUL ...


    Mi-              Re
C.  But what are you doing?
                     Mi-
    You are blessing them!
    Re                                                     Mi-
    Come see from another place, maybe from there God will curse them.


    Sol              Re
    Listen, son of Zippor,
       Sol Si-       Mi-
    give ear, King Balak! 
    Re
    God is not a man
                      Mi-
    who says and then repents:
       Re                 Mi- 
    A star is rising from Jacob,
      Re                      Mi-
    I hear acclamations for a King;
    Re              Mi-
    God, God is his father:
       Re              Mi-
    He crouches like a lion,
       Re              Mi-
    He wakes up like a lioness,
       Re                Mi-
    no one will make him rise. 


    Mi-
A.  HOW BEAUTIFUL ...
    Sol          Re
    LET MY DEATH BE LIKE ...
    Mi-
    HOW BEAUTIFUL ...