Quam pulchra es (John Dunstable)

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General Information

Title: Quam pulchra es
Composer: John Dunstable

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: ATB
Genre: SacredMotet

Language: Latin
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

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Original text and translations

Latin.png Latin text

Canticum Canticorum

7:6  Quam pulchra es et quam decora carissima in deliciis

7:7  Statura tua assimilata est palmæ, et ubera tua botris

7:5  caput tuum ut carmelus ...

7:4  collum tuum sicut turris eburnea ...

7:11  Veni dilecte mi; egrediamur in agrum ...

7:12  ... et videamus ... si flores fructus parturiunt, si floruerunt mala punica. Ibi dabo tibi ubera mea.

Alleluia.


English.png English translation

How beautiful and fair you are, my beloved,
most sweet in your delights.
Your stature is like a palm-tree,
and your breasts are like fruit.
Your head is like Mount Carmel
and your neck is like a tower of ivory.

Come, my beloved, let us go into the fields
and see if the blossoms have born fruit,
and if the pomegranates have flowered.
There will I give my breasts to you.

Alleluia.