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Text: Hendrik Jan Bosman, 2019
Muziek: Willibrord Huisman, 2019
Saturday 26 October 2019, Veronika and Bence celebrated their
wedding in a mass in the
Studentenkerk.
A good reason for a new song, sung by
Campus
Choir
Listen and Look
Women:
Listen, that voice: Yes, that is my love!
Listen, and look, for I see him come!
He runs over mountains, there’s nothing to stop him,
He leaps like a deer, in a wonderful game,
He runs and comes closer, right up to my window,
He looks and he waves and he calls out my name!
Men:
Quickly my love, wake up and arise!
Pretty one, come, for now is the time:
The winter is over, the rains have abated.
The flowers come up from the long-barren ground.
The songbirds are singing, how long have we waited!
The turtledoves coo, what a loveable sound!
Women and men:
Love, I am yours; my love, you are mine.
Ours is the world, and now is the time!
Quickly, my dearest; my pretty one, come with me...
The wheat fields have yellowed, the figtree starts giving,
The vine carries grapes, smell of fruit’s in the air,
The season of harvest, the season of living,
Let's get on our way, we have plenty to share.
Love, I am yours; my love, you are mine.
Ours is the world, and now is the time!
All:
Loved ones, go forth, be merry and fine,
Yours is the world, and now is the time!
Song of Songs, 2:8-13
The voice of my beloved!
Behold, he comes,
leaping on the mountains,
skipping on the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young deer.
Behold, he stands behind our wall!
He looks in at the windows.
He glances through the lattice.
My beloved spoke, and said to me,
"Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.
For, behold, the winter is past.
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth.
The time of the singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree ripens her green figs.
The vines are in blossom.
They give out their fragrance.
Arise, my love, my beautiful one,
and come away."