The prophet prays for the release of his people; and for the remission of their sins.

 1 That thou wouldst rend the heavens, and wouldst come down: the mountains would melt away at thy presence.
Utinam dirumperes caelos, et descenderes; a facie tua montes defluerent.

 2 They would melt as at the burning of fire, the waters would burn with fire, that thy name might be made known to thy enemies: that the nations might tremble at thy presence.
Sicut exustio ignis tabescerent, aquae arderent igni, ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis, a facie tua gentes turbarentur.

 3 When thou shalt do wonderful things, we shall not bear them: thou didst come down, and at thy presence the mountains melted away.
Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus; descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.

 4 From the beginning of the world they have not heard, nor perceived with the ears: the eye hath not seen, O God, besides thee, what things thou hast prepared for them that wait for thee.
A saeculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt; oculus non vidit, Deus, absque te, quae praeparasti exspectantibus te.

 5 Thou hast met him that rejoiceth, and doth justice: in thy ways they shall remember thee: behold thou art angry, and we have sinned: in them we have been always, and we shall be saved.
Occurristi laetanti, et facienti justitiam; in viis tuis recordabuntur tui. Ecce tu iratus es, et peccavimus; in ipsis fuimus semper, et salvabimur.

 6 And we are all become as one unclean, and all our justices as the rag of a menstruous woman: and we have all fallen as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
Et facti sumus ut immundus omnes nos, et quasi pannus menstruatae universae justitiae nostrae; et cecidimus quasi folium universi, et iniquitates nostrae quasi ventus abstulerunt nos.

 7 There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up, and taketh hold of thee: thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity.
Non est qui invocet nomen tuum; qui consurgat, et teneat te. Abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis, et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostrae.

 8 And now, O Lord, thou art our father, and we are clay: and thou art our maker, and we all are the works of thy hands.
Et nunc, Domine, pater noster es tu, nos vero lutum; et fictor noster tu, et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.

 9 Be not very angry, O Lord, and remember no longer our iniquity: behold, see we are all thy people.
Ne irascaris, Domine, satis, et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostrae; ecce, respice, populus tuus omnes nos.

 10 The city of thy sanctuary is become a desert, Sion is made a desert, Jerusalem is desolate.
Civitas Sancti tui facta est deserta, Sion deserta facta est, Jerusalem desolata est.

 11 The house of our holiness, and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt with fire, and all our lovely things are turned into ruins.
Domus sanctificationis nostrae et gloriae nostrae, ubi laudaverunt te patres nostri, facta est in exustionem ignis, et omnia desiderabilia nostra versa sunt in ruinas.

 12 Wilt thou refrain thyself, O Lord, upon these things, wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us vehemently?
Numquid super his continebis te, Domine; tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer?