Ecce iste venit (Costanzo Festa)

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• (Posted 2025-07-03)  CPDL #85764:  Contanzo_Festa,_Ecce_iste_venit_(up_a_tone)_-_Full_Score.pdf  Contanzo_Festa,_Ecce_iste_venit_(up_a_tone).mp3 

Editor: Simon Biazeck (submitted 2025-07-03).   Score information: A4, 16 pages, 197 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transposed up a tone for S.A.A.T.B.B.

• (Posted 2025-07-03)  CPDL #85763:  Contanzo_Festa,_Ecce_iste_venit_-_Full_Score.pdf  Contanzo_Festa,_Ecce_iste_venit.mp3 

Editor: Simon Biazeck (submitted 2025-07-03).   Score information: A4, 16 pages, 198 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes:

• (Posted 2023-03-12)  CPDL #73020:     

Editor: Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2023-03-12).   Score information: A4, 10 pages, 110 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transposed up a tone. Where the manuscript is illegible, the music has been supplemented editorially.

General Information

Title: Ecce iste venit
Composer: Costanzo Festa
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SAATBB
Genre: Sacred, Motet

Language: Latin
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1539 in Cappella Sistina MS 20, no. 24
Description: Source: MS Capp. Sist. 20

Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Ecce iste venit (Severin Cornet).

Latin text Ecce iste venit tránsiens in móntibus,  transíliens colles. Símilis est diléctus meus capréae,  hinnulóque cervórum.     En ipse stat post pariétem nostrum,  respíciens per fenéstras,  prospíciens per cancéllos.     En diléctus meus loquítur mihi:  surge própera amíca mea,  colúmba mea, formósa mea, et veni. Iam enim hiems tránsiit;  imber ábiit et recéssit;  flores apparuérunt in terra nostra.     Tempus putatiónis advénit;  vox túrturis audíta est  in terra nostra.     Ficus prótulit grossos suos,  víneae floréntes  dedérunt odórem suum.     Surge, própera, amíca mea,  speciósa mea, et veni,  colúmba mea in foramínibus petrae:  in cavérna macériae,  osténde mihi fáciem tuam.     Sonet vox tua in áuribus meis:  vox enim tua dulcis  et fácies tua decóra.

English translation Behold, he comes leaping upon the mountains  and bounding over the hills. My beloved is like a roe  or a young hart. Look, he stands behind our wall,  looking back through the windows,  looking forth through the railings. Look, my beloved speaks to me:  arise, be quick, my love, my dove,  my beauty, and come. For now, the winter is past;  the rain is over and gone;  flowers have appeared in our land. The time of pruning has arrived,  and the voice of the turtle dove  is heard in our land. The fig tree has brought forth its unripe figs,  and the flowering vines  have yielded their fragrance. Arise, be quick, my love,  my lovely, and come,  my dove, in the clefts of the rock:  in the hollow of the wall,  show me your face. May your voice sound in my ears:  for your voice is sweet  and your face is handsome.