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1 O 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.
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear,
Neither hath the eye seen, O God, besides thee,
What he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
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 thine 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 burnt 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?