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Giovanni Ferrari
(fl.1627)
Surge, propera amica mea
(S.A.T.B.Org.)
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For use in the Duomo di Livorno.
Lyrics: Song of Solomon 2:10-13
Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
Jam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit et recessit.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Vox turturis audita est in terra nostra;
Ficus protulit grossos suos; vineae florentes dederunt odorem suum.
Alleluia.
Arise, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away;
for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.
Alleluia.
Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
Jam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit et recessit.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Vox turturis audita est in terra nostra;
Ficus protulit grossos suos; vineae florentes dederunt odorem suum.
Alleluia.
Arise, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away;
for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.
Alleluia.