Filiae maestae Jerusalem, en Rex universorum, Rex vester vulneratus et spinis coronatus; ut maculas detergat peccatorum factus est Rex dolorum. Ecce moritur vita in durissima cruce; ecce videte et non eam sed nos potius lugete; at nequis reprobare vestros fletus, immo lugeant vobiscum omnia insensata, plorent, plorent cuncta creata.
Sileant zephyri, rigeant prata, unda amata, frondes, flores non satientur. Mortuo flumine, proprio lumine luna et sol etiam priventur.
Sed tenebris diffusis obscuratus est sol, scinditur quoque velum, ipsa saxa franguntur et cor nostrum non frangit vis doloris? Ast dum satis non possumus dolere tu nostri, bone Jesu, miserere.
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Mournful daughters of Jerusalem, behold the King of all, your King wounded and crowned with thorns; to clear the stains of sin he was made the King of sorrows. Behold he loses his life On the harsh cross; behold, see, and grieve not for the cross, but rather for us; let no one blame your tears, no, let all irrational beings grieve with you and all creation mourn.
Let the winds be hushed, let the fields freeze, the flowers and leaves will not be drenched with the water they love. With the river dead, even the moon and the sun will be deprived of their own light.
But with shadows spread the sun is darkened, and the veil is torn, the very rocks are broken, and does not the force of grief break our hearts? But while we cannot grieve enough, you, good Jesus, have mercy on us.