Latin

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.

Rorate caeli desuper,
Et nubes pluant justum.

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 justum.

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.

Rorate caeli desuper,
Et nubes pluant justum.

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 justum.

English

Drop down, ye heavens, from above,
and let he skies pour down righteousness.

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,
and your glory,
where our fathers praised thee.

Drop down, ye heavens, from above,
and let he skies pour down righteousness.

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.

Drop down, ye heavens, from above,
and let he skies pour down righteousness.

Behold, O Lord, the affliction of thy people,
and send forth 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.

Drop down, ye heavens, from above,
and let he skies pour down righteousness.

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 ihy God,
the Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer.

Drop down, ye heavens, from above,
and let he skies pour down righteousness.