℟. Rorate caeli desuper, et nubes pluant iustum.
℟. Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness.
Ne irascaris, Domine, ne ultra memineris iniquitatis:
ecce civitas Sancti facta est deserta:
Sion deserta facta est, Ierusalem desolata est:
domus sanctificationis tuae et gloriae tuae,
ubi laudaverunt te patres nostri. ℟.
Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever:
thy holy city is a wilderness,
Sion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation:
our holy and our beautiful house,
where our fathers praised thee. ℟.
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. ℟.
We have sinned, and are as an unclean thing,
and we all do fade as a leaf:
and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away:
thou hast hid thy face from us,
and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities. ℟.
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. ℟.
See, O Lord, the affliction of thy people,
and send him whom thou wilt send:
send forth the Lamb, the ruler of the earth,
from Petra of the desert to the mount of the daughter of Sion,
that he may take away the yoke of our captivity. ℟.
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. ℟.
Comfort ye, comfort ye my people;
my salvation shall not tarry:
why wilt thou waste away in sadness?
why hath sorrow seized thee?
Fear not, for I will save thee:
for I am the Lord thy God,
the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer. ℟.
SourceThe Advent prose, from Isaiah · The Church’s Advent longing for the Saviour