Isaiah 63:15–64:12
15 uLook down from heaven,
And see vfrom Your habitation, holy and glorious.
Where are Your zeal and Your strength,
The yearning wof Your heart and Your mercies toward me?
Are they restrained?
16 xDoubtless You are our Father,
Though Abraham ywas ignorant of us,
And Israel does not acknowledge us.
You, O Lord, are our Father;
Our Redeemer from Everlasting is Your name.
17 O Lord, why have You zmade us stray from Your ways,
And hardened our heart from Your fear?
Return for Your servants’ sake,
The tribes of Your inheritance.
18 aYour holy people have possessed it but a little while;
bOur adversaries have trodden down Your sanctuary.
19 We have become like those of old, over whom You never ruled,
Those who were never called by Your name.
64 Oh, that You would 1rend the heavens!
That You would come down!
That the mountains might shake at Your apresence—
As fire causes water to boil—
To make Your name known to Your adversaries,
That the nations may tremble at Your presence!
3 When bYou did awesome things for which we did not look,
You came down,
The mountains shook at Your presence.
4 For since the beginning of the world
cMen have not heard nor perceived by the ear,
Nor has the eye seen any God besides You,
Who acts for the one who waits for Him.
5 You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness,
Who remembers You in Your ways.
You are indeed angry, for we have sinned—
dIn these ways we continue;
And we need to be saved.
6 But we are all like an unclean thing,
And all eour righteousnesses are like 2filthy rags;
We all ffade as a leaf,
And our iniquities, like the wind,
Have taken us away.
7 And there is no one who calls on Your name,
Who stirs himself up to take hold of You;
For You have hidden Your face from us,
And have 3consumed us because of our iniquities.
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our gpotter;
And all we are the work of Your hand.
Nor remember iniquity forever;
Indeed, please look—we all are Your people!
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness,
Zion is a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and beautiful 4temple,
Where our fathers praised You,
Is burned up with fire;
And all hour pleasant things 5are laid waste.
12 iWill You restrain Yourself because of these things, O Lord?