1O that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down,
That the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
2As the fire kindleth the dry fuel,
As the fire causeth the waters to boil,
To make known thy name to thine adversaries,
That the nations may tremble at thy presence.
3When thou didst terrible things, which we expected not;
Thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
4For from the remotest time men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear.
Neither hath the eye seen any God beside Thee,
That doeth such things for those who wait for him.
5Thou meetest them that rejoice and do justice,
Those that remember thee in thy ways:
Behold, thou wast wroth, when we sinned;
Thou watt against them of old, and shall we be saved?
6We are all of us as an unclean thing,
And all our righteousnesses are as a filthy garment;
And we are all of us withered like a leaf;
And our iniquities, like the wind, have carried us away.
7There 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 caused us to melt away by reason of our sins.
8But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father;
We are the clay, and thou hast formed us:
We are all of us 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 a wilderness,
Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11Our holy and our beautiful house,
Where our fathers praised thee,
Is burned up with fire;
And all the objects of our desire are laid waste.
12Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Jehovah?
Wilt thou keep silence, and afflict us very sore?