) We wish you would tear open heaven and come down, so the mountains would shake at your presence!
It would be like fire kindling the brush, and the fire then makes the water boil. Then your enemies would know your name, the nations would tremble before you!
When you did tremendous things that we were not expecting, we wished that you would come down, so that the mountains would shake at your presence!
No one has ever heard, no ear perceived, no eye seen, any God but you. You work for him who waits for you.
You favored those who were glad to do justice, those who remembered you in your ways. When you were angry, we kept sinning; but if we keep your ancient ways, we will be saved.
All of us are like someone unclean, all our righteous deeds like menstrual rags; we wither, all of us, like leaves; and our misdeeds blow us away like the wind.
No one calls on your name or bestirs himself to take hold of you, for you have hidden your face from us and caused our misdeeds to destroy us.
But now, ADONAI, you are our father; we are the clay, you are our potter; and we are all the work of your hands.
Do not be so very angry, ADONAI! Don't remember crime forever. Look, please, we are all your people.
Your holy cities have become a desert, Tziyon a desert, Yerushalayim a ruin.
Our holy, beautiful house, where our ancestors used to praise you, has been burned to the ground; all we cherished has been ruined.
ADONAI, after all this, will you still hold back? Will you still stay silent and punish us past endurance?