Rorate Caeli — Part I

Rorate caeli desuper,

Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above,

et nubes pluant iustum.

and let the clouds rain down the Just One.

Ne irascaris, Domine,

Be not angry, O Lord,

ne ultra memineris iniquitatis:

remember no longer our iniquity:

ecce civitas Sancti facta est deserta,

behold, the city of the Holy One is become a desert,

Sion deserta facta est,

Sion is become a desert,

Ierusalem desolata est.

Jerusalem is desolate.