Osculetur me (Pierre de Manchicourt)

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Editor: Andrew Fysh (submitted 2019-11-12).   Score information: A4, 12 pages, 305 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Transposed one tone lower (for SSATBB). Original note values retained. Transcribed and edited from the original published source as listed below.

General Information

Title: Osculetur me, osculo oris sui (2.p. Trahe me post te
Composer: Pierre de Manchicourt
Source of text: Song of Songs 1:1–3, 4:7 & 11

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATBB
Genre: SacredMotetAntiphon for the Nativity of the BVM

Language: Latin
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1554 in Phalèse, Cantionum sacrarum liber 5 (Pierre de Manchicourt), no. 12

Description: Manchicourt has set the Tenor part to a cantus firmus, using the text of Tota pulchra es, amica mea and the melody of a popular German song Kein Adler in der Welt.

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Original text and translations

Latin.png Latin text

Sponsa: 
Osculétur me ósculo oris sui;
quia melióra sunt úbera tua vino,
fragrántia unguéntis óptimis.
Óleum effúsum nomen tuum;
ídeo adolescéntulae dilexérunt te.

Chorus adolescentulae: 
Trahe me, post te currémus
in odórem unguentórum tuórum.
Introdúxit me rex in cellária sua.
Exsultábimus et laetábimur super vinum.
Recti díligunt te.

Cantus firmus:
Tota pulchra es, amíca mea, et mácula non est in te.
Favus distíllans lábia tua; mel et lac sub lingua tua.
Odor unguentórum tuórum super ómnia aromáta.

English.png English translation

Bride:  
Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth,
for thy breasts are better than wine,
smelling sweet of the best ointments.
Thy name is as oil poured out,
therefore young maidens have loved thee.

Chorus of young maidens: 
Draw me: we will run after thee
to the odour of thy ointments.
The king hath brought me into his chambers.
We will be glad and rejoice in wine.
The righteous love thee.


Thou art all fair, my love; and there is no spot in thee.
Thy lips drop as the honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue.
The sweet smell of thy ointments is above all manner of spices.