¹Oh, that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, —that the mountains might flow down at thy presence, ²—as fire kindleth brushwood, as the fire causeth water to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations might tremble at thy presence! ³When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, and the mountains flowed down at thy presence. ⁴Never have men heard, nor perceived by the ear, nor hath eye seen a God beside thee, who acteth for him that waiteth for him. ⁵Thou meetest him that rejoiceth to do righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: (behold, thou wast wroth, and we have sinned:) in those is perpetuity, and we shall be saved.

⁶And we are all become as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have carried us away; ⁷and there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee; for thou hast hidden thy face from us, and hast caused us to melt away through our iniquities. ⁸And now, Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. ⁹Be not wroth very sore, O Jehovah, neither remember iniquity for ever. Behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people. ¹⁰Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. ¹¹Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt up with fire, and all our precious things are laid waste. ¹²Wilt thou restrain thyself in presence of these things, Jehovah? Wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

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