| The day of wrath, that special day, | |
| will dissolve this age into ash: | |
| as David and the Sibyl bear witness. | |
| What a trembling there will be | |
| when the judge is about to appear, | 5 | |
| so as to scatter all things impartially! | |
| The trumpet, sending forth its marvellous sound | |
| through the tombs of all countries, | |
| will summon everyone before the throne. | |
| Death and Nature will stand amazed | 10 | |
| when the created being will rise up | |
| to answer to the judge. | |
| The written book will be brought forth, | |
| the book that contains everything, | |
| by which the world will be judged. | 15 | |
| So when the judge takes his seat | |
| everything hidden will be brought to light: | |
| nothing will remain unavenged. | |
| What shall I, poor wretch, then say? | |
| Whom shall I ask to be my patron, | 20 | |
| when even the just is not safe? | |
| O king of awesome majesty, | |
| who freely save those who will be saved, | |
| o fount of piety, save me. | |
| Remember, faithful Jesus, | 25 | |
| that I am the cause of your journey: | |
| do not abandon me on that day. | |
| Seeking me, you sat in weariness: | |
| you suffered the cross and redeemed me: | |
| let not such toil be in vain. | 30 | |
| Justly, o avenging judge, | |
| grant me the gift of remission | |
| before the day of reckoning. | |
| I groan as one guilty: | |
| my face grows red with my fault: | 35 | |
| spare your suppliant, o God. | |
| You who pardoned Mary, | |
| and paid heed to the robber, | |
| have given hope to me as well. | |
| My prayers are not worthy: | 40 | |
| but please, of your goodness, deal kindly | |
| lest I burn in eternal fire. | |
| Grant me a place among the sheep, | |
| and set me apart from the goats, | |
| placing me at your right hand. | 45 | |
| Having confuted the accursed | |
| and consigned them to the flames, | |
| summon me with your blessed ones. | |
| Bowed down in supplication I pray, | |
| my heart contrite as if it were ash: | 50 | |
| take thought for my fate. | |
| That day of tears | |
| on which the accused shall rise | |
| from the ash to be judged. | |
| So spare your suppliant, o God: | 55 | |
| o faithful Lord Jesus, | |
| grant them rest. Amen. | |
