In finem, in carminibus. Psalmus David. Pro octava.

Unto the end, in verses, a psalm for David, for the octave.

(To the choir-master. On stringed instruments. Over the octave. A psalm. Of David.)

Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me, neque in ira tua corripias me.

O Lord, rebuke me not in thy indignation, nor chastise me in thy wrath.

Lord, when thou dost reprove me, let it not be in anger; when thou dost chastise me, let it not be in displeasure.

Miserere mei, Domine, quoniam infirmus sum; sana me, Domine, quoniam conturbata sunt ossa mea.

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak: heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled.

Lord, pity me; I have no strength left; Lord, heal me; my limbs tremble;

Et anima mea turbata est valde; sed tu, Domine, usquequo?

And my soul is troubled exceedingly: but thou, O Lord, how long?

my spirits are altogether broken; Lord, wilt thou never be content?

Convertere, Domine, et eripe animam meam; salvum me fac propter misericordiam tuam.

Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy’s sake.

Lord, turn back, and grant a wretched soul relief; as thou art ever merciful, save me.

Quoniam non est in morte qui memor sit tui; in inferno autem quis confitebitur tibi?

For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

When death comes, there is no more remembering thee; none can praise thee in the tomb.

Laboravi in gemitu meo; lavabo per singulas noctes lectum meum: lacrimis meis stratum meum rigabo.

I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

I am spent with sighing; every night I lie weeping on my bed, till the tears drench my pillow.

Turbatus est a furore oculus meus; inveteravi inter omnes inimicos meos.

My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

Grief has dimmed my eyes, faded their lustre now, so many are the adversaries that surround me.

Discedite a me omnes qui operamini iniquitatem, quoniam exaudivit Dominus vocem fletus mei.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity: for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.

Depart from me, all you that traffic in iniquity; the Lord has heard my cry of distress.

Exaudivit Dominus deprecationem meam; Dominus orationem meam suscepit.

The Lord hath heard my supplication: the Lord hath received my prayer.

Here was a prayer divinely heard, a boon divinely granted.

Erubescant, et conturbentur vehementer, omnes inimici mei; convertantur, et erubescant valde velociter.

Let all my enemies be ashamed, and be very much troubled: let them be turned back, and be ashamed very speedily.

All my enemies will be abashed and terrified; taken aback, all in a moment, and put to shame.