On the Innocents
Our King is swift
To gather up the blood of the Innocents,
For which the angels sing together and proclaim their praises,
But the clouds over the same bloodshed
Lament.

Now the tyrant in the heavy sleep of death
Has suffocated because of his malice,
But the clouds over the same bloodshed
Lament.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit
But the clouds over the same bloodshed
Lament.

De Innocentibus
Rex noster promptus est
suscipere sanguinem lnnocentum.
Unde Angeli concinunt et in laudibus sonant,
sed nubes super eundem sanguinem
plangunt.

Tyrannus autem in gravi somno mortis
propter malitiam suam suffocatus est.
Sed nubes super eundem sanguinem
plangunt.

Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto.
Sed nubes super eundem sanguinem
plangunt.