Versa est in luctum cithara mea,
et organum meum in vocem flentium.
Parce mihi Domine: nihil enim sunt dies mei.
Cutis mea denigrata est super me et ossa mea aruerunt.
Utinam appenderentur peccata mea,
quibus iram merui et calamitas quam patio in statera.
My harp is turned to mourning
and my music into the voice of weeping.
Spare me, Lord, for my days are nothing.
My skin is black upon me and my bones are dried up.
O that my sins, whereby I have deserved wrath
and the calamity that I suffer, were weighed in the balance.