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Isaiah 64
Jewish Publication Society 1917 · Berean Standard Bible
As when fire kindleth the brush-wood, and the fire causeth the waters to boil; to make Thy name known to Thine adversaries, that the nations might tremble at Thy presence,
If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
when Thou didst tremendous things which we looked not for— Oh that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence!—
as fire kindles the brushwood and causes the water to boil, to make Your name known to Your enemies, so that the nations will tremble at Your presence!
And whereof from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen a God beside Thee, who worketh for him that waiteth for Him.
When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
Thou didst take away him that joyfully worked righteousness, those that remembered Thee in Thy ways— Behold, Thou wast wroth, and we sinned— Upon them have we stayed of old, that we might be saved.
From ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides You, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him (note: Cited in 1 Corinthians 2:9).
And we are all become as one that is unclean, and all our righteousnesses are as a polluted garment; and we all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
You welcome those who gladly do right, who remember Your ways. Surely You were angry, for we sinned. How can we be saved if we remain in our sins?
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 by means of our iniquities.
Each of us has become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags (note: Or like a stained menstrual garment); we all wither like a leaf, and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
But now, O LORD, Thou art our Father; we are the clay, and Thou our potter, and we all are the work of Thy hand.
No one calls on Your name or strives to take hold of You. For You have hidden Your face from us and delivered us into the hand (note: LXX, Syriac, and Targum Yonaton; MT have made us melt in the hand) of our iniquity.
Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
But now, O LORD, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.
Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Do not be angry, O LORD, beyond measure; do not remember our iniquity forever. Oh, look upon us, we pray; we are all Your people!
Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised You, has been burned with fire, and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.