1
Oh that thou would rend the heavens, that thou would come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
2
as
when the melting fire burns, the fire causes the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries,
that the Gentiles may tremble at thy presence!
3
As thou didst come down when thou didst terrible things
which we did not look for,
that the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
4
Nor have
men heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither has the eye seen a God beside thee, that thou might do
it again for the one who waits in him.
5
Thou didst come out to meet him that with rejoicing had worked righteous ness. In thy ways they remembered thee. Behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: thy ways are eternal, and
we shall be saved.
6
But we were all as an unclean
thing, and all our righteousnesses as filthy rags; and we all fell as the leaves
of a tree; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
7
And
there is none that calls upon thy name, that wakes himself up to take hold
of thee; therefore, thou hast hid thy face from us and hast allowed us to wither in the power of our iniquities.
8
But now, O LORD, thou
art our father; we
are the clay, and thou our potter; such that we all
are the work of thy hands.
9
Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, see, we beseech thee, we
are all thy people.