“Pensa cujus sit formidinis et horroris tuum atque omnium contempsisse
factorem, offendisse Dominum majestatis. Majestatis est timeri, Domini
est timeri, et maxime hujus majestatis, hujusque Domini. Nam si reum
regiae majestatis, quamvis humanae, humanis legibus plecti capite
sancitum sit, quis finis contemnentium divinam omnipotentiam erit?
Tangit montes, et fumigant; et tam tremendam majestatem audet irritare
vilis pulvisculus, uno levi flatu mox dispergendus, et minime
recolligendus? Ille, ille timendus est, qui postquam acciderit corpus,
potestatem habet mittere et in gehennam. Paveo gehennam, paveo judicis
vultum, ipsis quoque tremendum angelicis potestatibus. Contremisco ab
ira potentis, a facie furoris ejus, a fragore ruentis mundi, a
conflagratione elementorum, a tempestate valida, a voce archangeli, et
a verbo aspero. [Feel the climax of this sentence, which tells the end
of the sinner.] Contremisco a dentibus bestiae infernalis, a ventre
inferi, a rugientibus praeparatis ad escam. Horreo vermem rodentem, et
ignem torrentem, fumum, et vaporem, et sulphur, et spiritum
procellarum; horreo tenebras exteriores. Quis dabit capiti meo aquam,
et oculis meis fontem lacrymarum ut praeveniam fletibus fletum, et
stridorem dentium, et manuum pedumque dura vincula, et pondus
catenarum prementium, stringentium, urentium, nec consumentium? Heu
me, mater mea! utquid me genuisti filium doloris, filium amaritudinis,
indignationis et plorationis aeternae? Cur exceptus genibus, cur
lactatus uberibus, natus in combustionem, et cibus ignis?”[254]
As one recovers from the sound and power of this high-wrought passage, he
notices how readily it might be turned into the form of a Latin hymn; and
also how very modern is its sequence of words. Bernard’s Latin could
whisper intimate love, as well as thunder terror. He says, preaching on
the _medicina_, the healing power, of Jesu’s name:
“Hoc tibi electuarium habes, o anima mea, reconditum in vasculo
vocabuli hujus quod est Jesus, salutiferum, certe, quodque nulli
unquam pesti tuae inveniatur inefficax.”[255]
With the music of this prose one may compare the sweet personal plaint of
the following:
“Felices quos abscondit in tabernaculo suo in umbra alarum suarum
sperantes, donec transeat iniquitas. Caeterum ego infelix, pauper et
nudus, homo natus ad laborem, implumis avicula pene omni tempore
nidulo exsulans, vento exposita et turbini, turbatus sum et motus sum
sicut ebrius, et omnis conscientia mea devorata est.”[256]
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