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Ottavio Vernizzi
(1569 - 1649)
Dilectus meus loquitur mihi
(S.A.A.T.T.B.)
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148011 : Vernizzi : Dilectus meus loquitur mihi : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Sacred
From Motectorum Specimen, Venice, 1603.
Lyrics: Song of Solomon 2:10-12
Dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera, amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
Jam enim hyems transiit; imber abiit, et recessit.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra; vox turturis audita est in terra nostra.
Surge, propera, amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Rise up, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away.
Dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera, amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
Jam enim hyems transiit; imber abiit, et recessit.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra; vox turturis audita est in terra nostra.
Surge, propera, amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Rise up, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away.