Oratio Latina · Translatio

Stabat Mater Dolorosa

The sequence of Our Lady of Sorrows at the foot of the Cross.

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Stabat Mater dolorosa iuxta Crucem lacrimosa, dum pendebat Filius.

Cuius animam gementem, contristatam et dolentem pertransivit gladius.

O quam tristis et afflicta fuit illa benedicta Mater Unigeniti.

Quae maerebat et dolebat, pia Mater, dum videbat Nati poenas incliti.

Quis est homo qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret in tanto supplicio?

Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari dolentem cum Filio?

Pro peccatis suae gentis vidit Iesum in tormentis et flagellis subditum.

Vidit suum dulcem Natum morientem desolatum, dum emisit spiritum.

Eia, Mater, fons amoris, me sentire vim doloris fac, ut tecum lugeam.

Fac ut ardeat cor meum in amando Christum Deum, ut sibi complaceam.

Sancta Mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas cordi meo valide.

Fac me tecum pie flere, Crucifixo condolere, donec ego vixero.

Iuxta Crucem tecum stare, et me tibi sociare in planctu desidero.

Quando corpus morietur, fac ut animae donetur paradisi gloria. Amen.

At the Cross her station keeping, stood the mournful Mother weeping, close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, all His bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword had passed.

O how sad and sore distressed was that Mother highly blessed of the sole-begotten One.

Christ above in torment hangs; she beneath beholds the pangs of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep, whelmed in miseries so deep, Christ’s dear Mother to behold?

For the sins of His own nation she saw Jesus wracked with torment, all with scourges rent.

She beheld her tender Child saw Him hang in desolation till His spirit forth He sent.

Let me share with thee His pain, who for all my sins was slain, who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee, mourning Him who mourned for me, all the days that I may live.

When my body dies, let my soul be given the glory of paradise. Amen.

Christi Mutter stand in Schmerzen bei dem Kreuz und weint von Herzen, als ihr lieber Sohn da hing.

Durch die Seele voller Trauer, tief gebeugt von Todesschauer, jetzt das Schwert des Leidens ging.

Welch ein Schmerz der Auserkornen, da sie sah den Eingebornen, wie Er mit dem Tode rang.

Wer könnt ohne Tränen sehen Christi Mutter also stehen in so tiefem Jammerbang?

Für die Sünden Seiner Brüder sah sie Jesus, ihre Liebe, der Geisselung übergeben.

Lass mich teilen deine Schmerzen, lass die Wunden tief im Herzen des Gekreuzigten mir sein.

Lass mich mit dir innig weinen, mit dem Gekreuzigten mich einen, solange ich hier lebe.

Wenn der Leib dem Tod verfällt, gib der Seele dann die Herrlichkeit des Paradieses. Amen.