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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exaudivit Dominus deprecationem meam; Dominus orationem meam suscepit.

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

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

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

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

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