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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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'''My Beloved Spake ( from Song of Songs 2:10-13)'''
 
My beloved spake, and said unto me,
 
Rise up, my love, my fair one,
 
And come away.
 
 
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
 
 
The flowers appear on the earth;
 
The time of the singing of birds is come,
 
And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
 
 
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
 
And the vines with the tender grape give  a good smell.
 
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
 


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  • (Posted 2018-04-03)  CPDL #49261:     
Editor: Charles West (submitted 2018-04-03).   Score information: A4, 9 pages, 176 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: My Beloved Spake
Composer: Charles West
Lyricist: from Song of Songs (Song of Solomon)create page

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SA(A)TB

Genre: SacredAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

My Beloved Spake ( from Song of Songs 2:10-13)

My beloved spake, and said unto me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one,

And come away.


For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;


The flowers appear on the earth;

The time of the singing of birds is come,

And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.


The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,

And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.