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Dies Irae
| DIES irae, dies illa, solvet saeculum in favilla, teste David cum Sibylla. |
THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, shall heaven and earth in ashes lay, as David and the Sybil say. |
| Quantus tremor est futurus, quando iudex est venturus, cuncta stricte discussurus! |
What horror must invade the mind when the approaching Judge shall find and sift the deeds of all mankind! |
| Tuba mirum spargens sonum per sepulcra regionum, coget omnes ante thronum. |
The mighty trumpet's wondrous tone shall rend each tomb's sepulchral stone and summon all before the Throne. |
| Mors stupebit et natura, cum resurget creatura, iudicanti responsura. |
Now death and nature with surprise behold the trembling sinners rise to meet the Judge's searching eyes. |
| Liber scriptus proferetur, in quo totum continetur, unde mundus iudicetur. |
Then shall with universal dread the Book of Consciences be read to judge the lives of all the dead. |
| Iudex ergo cum sedebit, quidquid latet apparebit: nil inultum remanebit. |
For now before the Judge severe all hidden things must plain appear; no crime can pass unpunished here. |
| Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? quem patronum rogaturus? cum vix iustus sit securus. |
O what shall I, so guilty plead? and who for me will intercede? when even Saints shall comfort need? |
| Rex tremendae maiestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis, salva me, fons pietatis. |
O King of dreadful majesty! grace and mercy You grant free; as Fount of Kindness, save me! |
| Recordare Iesu pie, quod sum causa tuae viae: ne me perdas illa die. |
Recall, dear Jesus, for my sake you did our suffering nature take then do not now my soul forsake! |
| Quaerens me, sedisti lassus: redemisti crucem passus: tantus labor non sit cassus. |
In weariness You sought for me, and suffering upon the tree! let not in vain such labor be. |
| Iuste iudex ultionis, donum fac remissionis, ante diem rationis. |
O Judge of justice, hear, I pray, for pity take my sins away before the dreadful reckoning day. |
| Ingemisco, tamquam reus: culpa rubet vultus meus: supplicanti parce Deus. |
Your gracious face, O Lord, I seek; deep shame and grief are on my cheek; in sighs and tears my sorrows speak. |
| Qui Mariam absolvisti, et latronem exaudisti, mihi quoque spem dedisti. |
You Who did Mary's guilt unbind, and mercy for the robber find, have filled with hope my anxious mind. |
| Preces meae non sunt dignae: sed tu bonus fac benigne, ne perenni cremer igne. |
How worthless are my prayers I know, yet, Lord forbid that I should go into the fires of endless woe. |
| Inter oves locum praesta, et ab haedis me sequestra, statuens in parte dextera. |
Divorced from the accursed band, o make me with Your sheep to stand, as child of grace, at Your right Hand. |
| Confutatis maledictis, flammis acribus addictis. voca me cum benedictis. |
When the doomed can no more flee from the fires of misery with the chosen call me. |
| Oro supplex et acclinis, cor contritum quasi cinis: gere curam mei finis. |
Before You, humbled, Lord, I lie, my heart like ashes, crushed and dry, assist me when I die. |
| Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla. iudicandus homo reus: huic ergo parce Deus. |
Full of tears and full of dread is that day that wakes the dead, calling all, with solemn blast to be judged for all their past. |
| Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem. Amen. |
Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest, grant them all Your Light and Rest. Amen. |