Isaiah 64

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?