Isaiah 64
64
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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?
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Translated by Rev John Jones (Ioan Tegid).Published at Oxford in 1830, second edition 1842.
Isaiah 64
64
Can We Be Saved?
1-7Oh, that you would rip open the heavens and descend,
make the mountains shudder at your presence—
As when a forest catches fire,
as when fire makes a pot to boil—
To shock your enemies into facing you,
make the nations shake in their boots!
You did terrible things we never expected,
descended and made the mountains shudder at your presence.
Since before time began
no one has ever imagined,
No ear heard, no eye seen, a God like you
who works for those who wait for him.
You meet those who happily do what is right,
who keep a good memory of the way you work.
But how angry you’ve been with us!
We’ve sinned and kept at it so long!
Is there any hope for us? Can we be saved?
We’re all sin-infected, sin-contaminated.
Our best efforts are grease-stained rags.
We dry up like autumn leaves—
sin-dried, we’re blown off by the wind.
No one prays to you
or makes the effort to reach out to you
Because you’ve turned away from us,
left us to stew in our sins.
8-12Still, God, you are our Father.
We’re the clay and you’re our potter:
All of us are what you made us.
Don’t be too angry with us, O God.
Don’t keep a permanent account of wrongdoing.
Keep in mind, please, we are your people—all of us.
Your holy cities are all ghost towns:
Zion’s a ghost town,
Jerusalem’s a field of weeds.
Our holy and beautiful Temple,
which our ancestors filled with your praises,
Was burned down by fire,
all our lovely parks and gardens in ruins.
In the face of all this,
are you going to sit there unmoved, God?
Aren’t you going to say something?
Haven’t you made us miserable long enough?
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