Richard Dering
(c.1580 - 1630)
Quam pulchra es, amica mea
(S.S.A.T.T.B.)
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From Dering's Cantica Sacra, Antwerp, 1618. This edition is offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.S.A.T.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for the same forces.
Lyrics: Song of Solomon 4: 1,2
Quam pulchra es, amica mea! Quam pulchra es!
Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
Quam pulchri sunt capilli tui sicut greges caprarum,
quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum
quae ascenderunt de lavacro.
Behold, thou art fair, my love: behold, thou art fair:
thine eyes are like the doves' among the locks.
Thine hair is like the flock of goats,
which look down from the mountain of Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep in good order,
which go up from the washing.
Quam pulchra es, amica mea! Quam pulchra es!
Oculi tui columbarum, absque eo quod intrinsecus latet.
Quam pulchri sunt capilli tui sicut greges caprarum,
quae ascenderunt de monte Galaad.
Dentes tui sicut greges tonsarum
quae ascenderunt de lavacro.
Behold, thou art fair, my love: behold, thou art fair:
thine eyes are like the doves' among the locks.
Thine hair is like the flock of goats,
which look down from the mountain of Gilead.
Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep in good order,
which go up from the washing.