16 For thou art our father; for Abraham knoweth us not, Israel doth not recognize us: thy name is Our Redeemer from of old.
17 Why dost thou make us stray, O LORD, from thy ways, and harden our heart from fearing thee? Return, for thy servants' sake, the tribes of thine inheritance.
18 Thy holy people have possessed for a little while; our adversaries have trodden down thy sanctuary.
19 We are become as they over whom thou never barest rule, upon whom thy name was not called.
LXIV. 1 O that thou hadst rent the heavens, that thou hadst come down, that the mountains had quaked at thy Presence!
2 As when kindleth brushwood, (as) fire maketh water boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, (that) nations should tremble at thy presence,
3 While thou didst terrible things (which) we hoped not for; that thou hadst come down, the mountains had quaked at thy presence!
4 And from old they have not heard, have not perceived by the ear, eye hath not seen a God beside thee, who will work for him that waiteth for him.
5 Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness in thy ways they will remember thee; behold, thou wast wroth, and we sinned; in them (have we been) long time, and shall we be saved?
6 And we are all become as one unclean, and all our righteousnesses as a polluted garment; and we are all withered as the leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, will take us away.
7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that rouseth himself to hold fast by thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and melted us by the hand of our iniquities.
8 And now, LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
9 Be not wroth, O LORD, to the uttermost, and remember not iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech thee, we are all of us thy people.
10 Thy holy cities are become wilderness, Zion is become a wildemess, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our house of holiness and beauty, (in) which our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire, and all our desirable things are laid waste.
12 Wilt thou, for all this, refrain thyself, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and affict us to the uttermost ?
LXV. 1 I was to be inquired of by them that asked not, have let myself be found by them that sought me not; I said, Here am I, Here am I, unto a nation that was not called by my name.
2 I have spread out my hands all the day unto a refractory people, which walk in a way which is not good, after their own thoughts.
3 The people that irritate me continually to my face; which sacrifice in the gardens, and burn incense upon the bricks:
4 Which sit in the graves, and lodge in guarded places, which eat swine's flesh, and broth of abominations is in their vessels: