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'''''Canticum Canticorum'''''
'''''Canticum Canticorum'''''
{{verse|7:1}} ... Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis, filia principis! Iunctura feminum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis;
{{verse|7:1}} ... Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis, filia principis! Iuncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis;
{{verse|7:2}} umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici, vallatus liliis.
{{verse|7:2}} umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici, vallatus liliis.



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CPDL #17251: Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Finale 2006
Editor: Sabine Cassola (submitted 2008-06-20).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 76 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2001-05-11).   Score information: 88 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Quam pulchri sunt
Composer: Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SacredMotet

Language: Latin
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Palestrina Werke, vol. 4

Description: Number 25 of '"Canticum Canticorum" / Song of Songs / Songs of Solomon' - Chapter 7 - Verse 1 through 2.

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Original text and translations

Latin.png Latin text

Canticum Canticorum

7:1  ... Quam pulchri sunt gressus tui in calciamentis, filia principis! Iuncturæ femorum tuorum sicut monilia quæ fabricata sunt manu artificis;

7:2  umbilicus tuus crater tornatilis, numquam indigens poculis. Venter tuus sicut acervus tritici, vallatus liliis.


English.png English translation

How graceful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter!
The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.