Novi diluculo, multa est fides tua.

Pars mea Dominus, dixit anima mea: propterea exspectabo eum.

Every morning they are renewed; great is your faithfulness.

‘My portion is the Lord’, said my soul, ‘and so I will wait for Him.’

Bonum est praestolari cum silentio salutare Dei.

Bonum est viro, cum portaverit iugum ab adolescentia sua.

It is good to wait in silence for the Lord to save.

It is good for a man to bear the yoke from his youth onwards.

Ponet in pulvere os suum. Si forte sit spes.

Dabit percutienti se maxillam, saturabitur opprobriis.

He will put his lips to the dust. Perhaps there still is hope.

He will offer his cheek to the striker, insults will overwhelm him.

Beth: Filii Sion inclyti, et amicti auro primo:
Quomodo reputati sunt in vasa testea,
opus manuum figuli?

Ghimel: Sed et lamiae nudaverunt mammam, lactaverunt catulos suos:
filia populi mei crudelis,
quasi struthio in deserto.

Beth: The sons of Zion, honourable and decked with finest gold,
how have they been reckoned like earthenware pots,
the work of the potter’s hands?

Ghimel: The very jackals give the breast, and suckle their young:
but the daughter of my people has grown cruel
like the ostrich in the desert.

He: Qui vescebantur voluptuose, interierunt in viis:
qui nutriebantur in croceis, amplexati sunt stercora.

Vau: Et major effecta est iniquitas filiae populi mei peccato Sodomorum,
quae subversa est in momento,
et non ceperunt in manus ea.

He: Those who used to eat only the best lay dying in the streets;
those who were reared in purple clawed at the rubbish heaps.

Vau: The sin of my people has outdone that of Sodom,
which was overthrown in a moment,
without time for a man to wring his hands.