Ingemisco, tamquam reus:
Culpa rubet vultus meus:
Supplicanti parce, Deus.
Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning,
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning !
We must always be aware that, of our own acts we can deserve absolutely nothing of God but anguish; and that it is His infinite love for our humility and repentance which spares us, rather than any merit of ours - because we simply do not have any.