Tota pulchra es, amica mea

==General information==

Frequently set text from Song of Solomon 4:7,11; 2:11–13; 4:8.

Settings by composers

Giulio Belli SAATB Cornelius Canis ATTTB John Forest SAT Heinrich Isaac ATTB Clemens Morel STTB Giovanni Pierluigi da Palestrina SATTB

John Plummer ATB or TBB (Latin and English versions available) Hieronymus Praetorius SATBx3 or ATTBx3 Ludwig Senfl SATTB Robert White SATTBB

Other settings possibly not included in the manual list above

• Giovanni Giacomo Arrigoni — Tota pulchra es
• Floriano Canale — Tota pulchra es
• Nicolas Gombert — Tota pulchra es
• Charles Gounod — Tota pulchra es, CG 108
• Charles Gounod — Tota pulchra es, CG 108a
• Clément Morel — Tota pulchra es
• Ludwig Senfl — Amica mea - Ich stund an einem Morgen
• Ludwig Senfl — Tota pulchra es amica mea
• Claudin de Sermisy — Tota pulchra es
• Gaspar van Weerbeke — Tota pulchra es

Text and translations

Latin text 4:7  Tota pulchra es, amica mea, et macula non est in te; 4:11a  favus distillans labia tua; mel et lac sub lingua tua; 4:10b  odor unguentorum tuorum super omnia aromata: 2:11  jam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit et recessit. 4:12a  Flores apparuerunt; 4:13b  vineae florentes odorem dederunt, 4:12b  et vox turturis audita est in terra nostra: 4:10b  surge, propera, amica mea: 4:8a  veni de Libano, veni, coronaberis.

English translation 4:7  You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you. 4:11a  Your lips distill nectar; honey and milk are under your tongue; 4:10b  the scent of your perfumes is beyond all spices. 2:11  For now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. 4:12a  The flowers have appeared; 4:13b  the flowering vines have given forth their fragrance, 4:12b  and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. 4:10b  Arise, my love, my fair one; 4:8a  come from Lebanon, come, you will be crowned. English translation 4:7  Thou art wholly fair, my love, nor is there any stain in thee; 4:11a  thy lips drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue; 4:10b  the scent of thy perfumes is beyond all spices; 2:11  for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. 4:12a  The flowers have appeared; 4:13b  the flourishing vineyards have given forth their fragrance 4:12b  and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. 4:10b  Arise, my love, my fair one: 4:8a  come from Lebanon, come, thou shalt be crowned.

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