Isa 64
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Oh, that Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains
might quake at Thy presence,
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As when fire kindleth the brush-wood, and the fire causeth the waters to boil; to
make Thy name known to Thine adversaries, that the nations might tremble at Thy presence,
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When Thou didst tremendous things which we looked not for--Oh that Thou wouldest come
down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence!--
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And whereof from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath
the eye seen a God beside Thee, who worketh for him that waiteth for Him.
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Thou didst take away him that joyfully worked righteousness, those that remembered
Thee in Thy ways--behold, Thou wast wroth, and we sinned--upon them have we stayed
of old, that we might be saved.
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And 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.
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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 by means of our
iniquities.
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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.
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Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look,
we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
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Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a
desolation.
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Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned with fire;
and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
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Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and
afflict us very sore?