Beneath the sun, all deeds done, meaningless are they. Labor in vain, tormenting pain, incessant toil. Chasing the wind, grasping (for) what's been, wearisome longings.
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna in die illa tremenda. Quendo coeli movendi sunt et terra. dumb veneris judicare saeculum per ignem. (Deliver me, Lord from the eternal death.