Come from Libanus

The image of Christ as the bridegroom of the Church has its roots in the Old Testament.

He has set his tabernacle in the sun: and he, as a bridegroom coming out of his bride chamber, has rejoiced as a giant to run the way: His going out is from the end of heaven, and his circuit even to the end thereof: and there is no one that can hide himself from his heat.

Psalm 18:6-7

An entire book is devoted to the development of this sacred metaphor: The Canticle of Canticles.

Here is a selection from that book, set to music by a modern composer in early Baroque style:

Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: thou shalt be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. Thou hast wounded my heart, my sister, my spouse, thou hast wounded my heart with one of thy eyes, and with one hair of thy neck. How beautiful are thy breasts, my sister, my spouse! Thy breasts are more beautiful than wine, and the sweet smell of thy ointments above all aromatical spices. Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.

Canticle of Canticles 4:8-11

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