Tu vero reppulísti et reiecísti, * irátus es contra christum tuum;
evertísti testaméntum servi tui, * profanásti in terram diadéma eius.
Destruxísti omnes muros eius, * posuísti munitiónes eius in ruínas.
Diripuérunt eum omnes transeúntes viam, * factus est oppróbrium vicínis suis.
Exaltásti déxteram depriméntium eum, * lætificásti omnes inimícos eius.
Avertísti áciem gládii eius * et non es auxiliátus ei in bello.
Finem posuísti splendóri eius * et sedem eius in terram collisísti.
Minorásti dies iuventútis eius, * perfudísti eum confusióne.

Usquequo, Dómine, abscondéris in finem, * exardéscet sicut ignis ira tua?
Memoráre, quam brevis mea substántia. * Ad quam vanitátem creásti omnes fílios hóminum?
Quis est homo, qui vivet et non vidébit mortem, * éruet ánimam suam de manu ínferi?
Ubi sunt misericórdiæ tuæ antíquæ, Dómine, * sicut iurásti David in veritáte tua?
Memor esto, Dómine, oppróbrii servórum tuórum, * quod contínui in sinu meo, multárum géntium,
quo exprobravérunt inimíci tui, Dómine, * quo exprobravérunt vestígia christi tui.
Benedíctus Dóminus in ætérnum. * Fiat, fiat.

But you have spurned and rejected him;
you are enraged against your anointed.
You have repudiated the covenant of your servant,
you have trampled his crown in the dust.
You have demolished his walls
and laid his fortifications in ruins.
Anyone who passes can despoil him;
he is a mockery among his neighbours.

You have strengthened the arm of those who oppress him,
you have gladdened the hearts of his enemies.
You have turned back the sharp edge of his sword;
you have deprived him of your help in battle.
You have put an end to his splendour,
and cast his throne to the ground.
You have cut short the days of his youth;
you have covered him from head to foot in shame.

How long, O Lord, will you hide yourself? For ever?
Will your anger always burn like fire?
Remember how short is my time.
Was it truly so pointless, your creation of man?
Who is the man who can live and not die,
who can save his life from the grasp of the underworld?

Where are the kindnesses you showed us of old?
Where is the truth of your oath to David?
Remember, Lord, how your servants are taunted,
the taunts I bear in my bosom, the taunts of the nations –
the insults of your enemies, Lord,
the insults that follow the steps of your anointed!

(Psalm 89: 39-53)