Gregorian Chant - Rorate coeli (Advent prose) - Текст песни

Drop down, ye heavens, from above, 
 and let the skies pour down righteousness.
 
 1. Be not wroth very sore, O Lord,
 neither remember iniquity forever:
 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, 
 Sion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation: 
 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praisèd thee.
 
 2. 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. 
 
 3. Ye are my witnesses, saith the Lord, 
 and my servant whom I have chosen;
 that ye may know me and believe me: I even I, am the Lord,
 and beside me there is no Saviour: 
 and there is none that can deliver out of my hand. 
 [This 3rd verse, traditional in English, does not correspond to the Latin.]
 
 4. Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, 
 my salvation shall not tarry:
 I have blotted out as a thick cloud thy transgressions: 
 Fear not, for I will save thee: