Grace Davidson - O Ierusalem, aurea civitas

O Ierusalem, aurea civitas
Ornata regis purpura
O edificatio summe bonitatis
Que es lux numquam obscurata

Tu enim es ornata
In aurora et in calore solis

O beata puericia
Que rutilas in aurora
Et o laudabilis adolescentia
Que ardes in sole

Nam tu, o nobilis Ruperte
In his sicut gemma fulsisti
Unde non potes abscondi stultis hominibus
Sicut nec mons valli celatur

Fenestre tue Ierusalem
Cum topazio
Et saphiro
Specialiter sunt decorate

In quibus dum fulges, o Ruperte
Non potes abscondi
Tepidis moribus
sicut nec mons valli
Coronatus rosis, liliis et purpura
In vera ostensione

O tener flos campi
Et o dulcis viriditas pomi
Et o sarcina sine medulla
Que non flectit pectora
In crimina

O vas nobile quod non est pollutum
Nec devoratum
In saltatione antique spelunce
Et quod non est maceratum
In vulneribus antiqui perditoris

In te symphonizat Spiritus Sanctus
Quia angelicis choris associaris
Et quoniam in filio Dei ornaris
Cum nullam maculam habes

Quod vas decorum tu es
O Ruperte
Qui in puericia
Et in adolescentia tua
Ad Deum anhelasti in timore Dei
Et in amplexione caritatis
Et in suavissimo odore bonorum operum

O Ierusalem
Fundamentum tuum positum est
Cum torrentibus lapidibus
Quod est cum publicanis et peccatoribus
Qui perdite oves erant
Sed per filium Dei invente
Ad te cucurrerunt
Et in te positi sunt

Deinde muri tui fulminant
Vivis lapidibus
Qui per summum studium bone voluntatis
Quasi nubes in celo volaverunt

Et ita turres tui, o Ierusalem
Rutilant et candent per ruborem
Et per candorem sanctorum
Et per omnia ornamenta Dei
Que tibi non desunt, o Ierusalem

Unde vos, o ornati
Et o coronati
Qui habitatis in Ierusalem
Et o tu, Ruperte
Qui es socius eorum in hac habitatione
Succurite nobis famulantibus
Et in exilio laborantibus



O Jerusalem, city of gold
Adorned with kingly purple
O building of highest excellence
Who are a light never darkened

Truly, you are resplendent
In the dawn and the heat of the sun

O blessed boyhood
Glimmering in the dawn
And o wonderful time of youth
Aflame in the sun

For you, o noble Rupert
Shimmer in these like a jewel
Whence you cannot be hidden to fools
Just as the mountain cannot be hidden from the valley

Your windows, Jerusalem
Are wondrously adorned
With topaz and sapphire

As you blaze in the windows
O Rupert, you are revealed even to those
Whose faith is lukewarm
just as the mountain cannot be hidden from the valley
Crowned with roses, lilies and purple
In a true revelation

O soft flower of the grassland
O sweet greenness of the apple
O garnered load without pith
None stoop to evil from your weight

O sublime and unpolluted vessel
Not drained
In the dance in the old cave
And not running
With sores inflicted by the Ancient Enemy

The Holy Spirit rings in you
For you are numbered among the singers of Heaven
And because you are honoured in Christ
Since you have no stain

What a pure vessel you are
O Rupert
Who sighed after God in fear of God
In your boyhood
And in your youth
And in the clasp of love
And in the sweetest odour of good works

O Jerusalem
Your foundation is laid
With showering stones
Which is with tax-gatherers and sinners
Who were stray sheep
But found by the son of God
They ran to you
And were placed in you

Then your walls blaze
With living stones,
Who by the greatest zeal of good will
Have flown like clouds in Heaven

And so your towers, o Jerusalem
Glow and gleam in the dawn-redness
And in the incandescence of the saints
And with all the treasures of God
Which you do not lack, o Jerusalem

Whence you, o adorned ones
And o crowned ones
Who dwell in Jerusalem
And you, o Rupert
Who are their friend in that dwelling
Help us, servants
Labouring in exile

Written by:
Hildegard of Bingen

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