Dies Irae

(Latin)

Dies iræ, dies illa

Solvet sæclum in favilla,

Teste David cum Sibylla.

Quantus tremor est futurus,

Quando Judex est venturus,

Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum,

Per sepulchra regionum,

Coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura,

Cum resurget creatura,

Judicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferetur,

In quo totum continetur,

Unde mundus judicetur.

Judex ergo cum sedebit,

Quidquid latet apparebit:

Nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?

Quem patronum rogaturus,

Cum vix justus sit securus?

Rex tremendæ majestatis,

Qui salvandos salvas gratis,

Salva me, fons pietatis.

Recordare, Jesu pie,

Quod sum causa tuæ viæ:

Ne me perdas illa die.

Quærens me, sedisti lassus:

Redemisti Crucem passus:

Tantus labor non sit cassus.

Juste Judex ultionis,

Donum fac remissionis,

Ante diem rationis.

Ingemisco, tamquam reus:

Culpa rubet vultus meus:

Supplicanti parce, Deus.

Qui Mariam absolvisti,

Et latronem exaudisti,

Mihi quoque spem dedisti.

Preces meæ non sunt dignæ;

Sed tu bonus fac benigne,

Ne perenni cremer igne.

Inter oves locum præsta.

Et ab hædis me sequestra,

Statuens in parte dextra.

Confutatis maledictis,

Flammis acribus addictis,

Voca me cum benedictis.

Oro supplex et acclinis,

Cor contritum quasi cinis,

Gere curam mei finis.

Lacrimosa dies illa,

Qua resurget ex favilla,

Judicandus homo reus.

Huic ergo parce, Deus:

Pie Jesu Domine,

Dona eis requiem. Amen.

The Day Of Wrath

(English)

The day of wrath, that day

Will dissolve the world in ashes

As foretold by David and the Sibyl!

How much tremor there will be,

when the Judge will come,

investigating everything strictly!

The trumpet, scattering a wondrous sound

through the sepulchres of the regions,

will summon all before the Throne.

Death and nature will marvel,

when the creature arises,

to respond to the Judge.

The written book will be brought forth,

in which all is contained,

from which the world shall be judged.

When therefore the Judge will sit,

whatever hides will appear:

nothing will remain unpunished.

What am I, miserable, then to say?

Which patron to ask,

when [even] the just may [only] hardly be sure?

King of tremendous majesty,

Who freely savest those that have to be saved,

save me, Source of mercy.

Remember, merciful Jesus,

That I am the cause of Thy way:

Lest Thou lose me in that day.

Seeking me, Thou sattest tired:

Thou redeemedst [me] having suffered the Cross:

let not so much hardship be lost.

Just Judge of revenge,

give the gift of remission

before the day of reckoning.

I sigh, like the guilty one:

my face reddens in guilt:

Spare the supplicating one, God.

Thou who absolvedst Mary,

and heardest the Robber,

gavest hope to me, too.

My prayers are not worthy:

however, Thou, Good [Lord], do good,

lest I be burned up by eternal fire.

Grant me a place among the sheep,

and take me out from among the goats,

setting me on the right side.

Once the cursed have been rebuked,

sentenced to acrid flames:

Call Thou me with the blessed.

I meekly and humbly pray,

[my] heart is as crushed as the ashes:

perform the healing of mine end.

Tearful will be that day,

on which from the ash arises

the guilty man who is to be judged.

Spare him therefore, God.

Merciful Lord Jesus,

grant them rest. Amen.