Isa 64
1 
               Oh that you would rend the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might
                  quake at your presence,
                  
               2 
               as when fire kindles the brushwood, [and] the fire causes the waters to boil; to make
                  your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your presence!
                  
               3 
               When you did terrible things which we looked not for, you came down, the mountains
                  quaked at your presence.
                  
               4 
               For from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither has the eye
                  seen a God besides you, who works for him whom waits for him.
                  
               5 
               You meet him whom rejoices and works righteousness, those that remember you in your
                  ways: behold, you were wroth, and we sinned: in them [have we been] of long time;
                  and shall we be saved?
                  
               6 
               For we are all become as one that is unclean, and all our righteousnesses are as a
                  polluted garment: and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind,
                  take us away.
                  
               7 
               And there is none that calls" upon your name, that stirs up himself to take hold of
                  you; for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.
                  
               8 
               But now, O YHWH, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all
                  are the work of your hand.
                  
               9 
               Be not wroth very sore, O YHWH, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, look,
                  we beseech you, we are all your people.
                  
               10 
               Your holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a
                  desolation.
                  
               11 
               Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned with fire;
                  and all our pleasant places are laid waste.
                  
               12 
               Will you refrain yourself for these things, O YHWH? will you hold your peace, and
                  afflict us very sore?