Drop Down Dew (Rorate Caeli)

Antiphon:
Drop down dew, heavens above,
let skies rain down the Just One.

Rorate caeli de super,
et nubes pluant justum.

1 Do not be angry with us, Lord; do not remember our iniquities.
Behold, your holy city has become a wasteland.
Zion has become a desert, Jerusalem has become desolate,
your holy house and your glory where our ancestors praised you. [Antiphon]

2 We have all sinned and have become like those unclean.
We have fallen, like a leaf that is decayed.
Our sins have swept us away like the wind.
You have hidden your face from us; you have consumed us because of our sins. [Antiphon]

3 Lord, see the affliction of your people; send the One who is to come.
Send forth the Lamb who rules all earthly kingdoms,
who rules from the desert to the height of Mount Zion.
Let him take off the yoke that keeps us captive. [Antiphon]

4 Be consoled and comforted, my people! Your salvation will quickly come.
Why are you filled with sorrow, with grief that overwhelms you?
Do not be afraid, I will save you.
I am the Lord God, your Savior, the Holy One of Israel. [Antiphon]


Source: RitualSong (2nd ed.) #513