Let dew fall from the heavens above and let clouds rain down justice; let the earth open and bring forth a Savior. Do not be angry, O Lord, nor remember iniquity forever: Behold the Holy City is made a desert, Zion has been made a desert, Jerusalem is desolate: The house of thy holiness and thy glory, Where our fathers praised thee. We have sinned, and we are made Like unto our uncleanness, And we have fallen like a leaf: And our iniquities have carried us away like the wind. Thou hast hidden thy face from us And thou hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity. See, O Lord, the suffering of thy people, And send the One who was to be sent: From the Rock of the desert to the mountain of the daughter of Zion That the same One may carry away The yoke of our captivity. Be comforted, be comforted, my people: Thy salvation will come quickly: Why art thou consumed with grief, Why is sorrow renewed in thee? I will save thee, be not afraid, For I am the Lord thy God, The Holy One of Israel, thy Redeemer. -Rorate Caeli
