Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant justum.
Ne irascaris Domine,
Ne ultra memineris iniquitatis:
Ecce civitas Sancti facta est deserta:
Sion deserta facta est,
Jerusalem desolata est:
Domus sanctificationis tuae et gloriae tuae,
Ubi laudaverunt te patres nostri.
Peccavimus, et facti sumus tamquam immundus nos,
Et cecidimus quasi folium universi:
Et iniquitates nostrae quasi ventus abstulerunt nos:
Abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis,
Et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostrae.
Vide Domine afflictionem populi tui,
Et mitte quem missurus es:
Emitte Agnum dominatorem terrae,
De petra deserti ad montem filiae Sion:
Ut auferat ipse jugum captivitatis nostrae.
Consolamini, consolamini, popule meus:
Cito veniet salus tua:
Quare moerore consumeris,
Quia innovavit te dolor?
Salvabo te, noli timere,
Ego enim sum Dominus Deus tuus,
Sanctus Israel, redemptor tuus.
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Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness.
Be not wroth very sore, O Lord,
Neither remember iniquity forever;
The holy cities are a wilderness;
Zion is a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation:
Your holy and beautiful house,
Where our fathers praised You.
We have sinned, and are as an unclean thing,
And we all fade as a leaf;
And our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away;
You have hidden Your face from us,
And have consumed us, because of our iniquities.
Behold, O Lord, the affliction of Your people,
And send forth Him who is to come:
Send forth the Lamb, the Ruler of the earth,
From Petra in the desert to the mount of the daughter of Zion,
That He may take away the yoke of our captivity.
Comfort, comfort ye My people;
My salvation shall not tarry;
Why will you waste away in sadness?
Why has sorrow seized you?
Fear not, for I will save you;
For I am the Lord your God,
The Holy One of Israel, your Redeemer.
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