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Jacob Handl
(1550 - 1591)
Surge, propera amica mea
(S.A.T.B.)
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From Quartus Tomus Musici Operis, Prague, 1590.
Lyrics: Solomon 2: 10-12,14
Surge, propera amica mea, et veni.
Iam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit et recessit.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Surge, propera amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni.
Columba mea, in foraminibus petrae, in caverna maceriae, ostende mihi faciem tuam, sonet vox tua in auribus meis: vox enim tua dulcis, et facies tua decora.
Arise, my love, and come away.
For now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear in our land; the time of pruning has come.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, who is in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice: for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.
Surge, propera amica mea, et veni.
Iam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit et recessit.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Surge, propera amica mea, speciosa mea, et veni.
Columba mea, in foraminibus petrae, in caverna maceriae, ostende mihi faciem tuam, sonet vox tua in auribus meis: vox enim tua dulcis, et facies tua decora.
Arise, my love, and come away.
For now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear in our land; the time of pruning has come.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, who is in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice: for sweet is your voice, and your countenance is comely.