| | Chapter
64 |
| 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. |
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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. |
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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? |
