For my guardian trinity

I raise up the truth, that bitter and hasty nation

Terrible and dreadful: their judgement and their dignity

Shall proceed of themselves

Thou art of more pure eyes than to behold their thoughts

And cannot look on iniquity o Lord!

Wherefore lookest thou upon them

That deal treacherously

Give ear unto my prayer

Father, I have called upon thee (listen to me!)

Incline thine ear unto me!

Give ear unto my prayer, my prayer!

Behold ye among the plebe:

For I will not work his task in your days

Hold not thy joy when the wicked devoureth

The man that is more righteous, righteous

Righteous than he?

Give ear unto my prayer

Father, I have called upon thee (listen to me)

Incline thine ear unto me!

Give ear unto my prayer, my prayer!

Granter of our flesh, Muse of our minds

Granter of our lives, dominion of our decadence

O mighty Lord, O mighty Father

We pray to thee