Текст и перевод песни Musica Sacra - Rorate, caeli

Rorate, caeli

Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.
Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.

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.

Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.

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.

Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.

Vide Domine afflictionem populi tui,
Et mitte quem missurus es:
Emitte Agnum dominatorem terrae,
De Petra deserti ad montem filiae Sion:
Ut auferat ipse iugum captivitatis nostrae.

Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.

Consolamini, consolamini, popule meus:
Cito veniet salus tua:
Quare maerore consumeris, quia innovavit te dolor? Salvabo te,
Noli timere,
Ego enim sum Dominus Deus tuus, Sanctus Israel, Redemptor tuus.

Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum

Rorate, caeli

Let the heavens shower down righteousness, and let the clouds rain down the just.
Let the heavens shower down righteousness, and let the clouds rain down the just.

Do not be angry, Lord,
Do not remember our iniquity any longer:
Behold, the holy city has become a desert:
Zion has become deserted, Jerusalem desolate:
The house of your sanctification and your glory,
Where our fathers praised you.

Let the heavens shower down righteousness, and let the clouds rain down the just.

We have sinned, and have become as unclean as we are,
And we have fallen like leaves of the forest:
And our iniquities like the wind
Have taken us away: you have hidden your face from us,
And you have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.

Let the heavens shower down righteousness, and let the clouds rain down the just.

See, Lord, the affliction of your people,
And send the one you will send:
Send the Lamb, the ruler of the earth,
From the Rock of the desert to the mountain of the daughter of Zion:
That he may take away the yoke of our captivity.

Let the heavens shower down righteousness, and let the clouds rain down the just.

Comfort, comfort, my people:
Your salvation will come soon:
Why are you consumed with sorrow, because pain has renewed you? I will save you,
Do not be afraid,
For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Redeemer.

Let the heavens shower down righteousness, and let the clouds rain down the just