1 Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest
come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
2 As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters
to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the
nations may tremble at thy presence!
3 When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou
camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor
perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside
thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
5 Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness,
those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth;
for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be
saved.
6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our
righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a
leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up
himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from
us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.
8 But now, O 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 very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for
ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
10 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised
thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are
laid waste.
12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou
hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
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