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 ?