43 lines
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43 lines
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# Chapter 64
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1 If only you would tear the heavens open
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and come down,
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so that mountains would quake at your presence—
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2 just as fire kindles brushwood,
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and fire boils water—
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to make your name known to your enemies,
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so that nations would tremble at your presence!
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3 When you did awesome works
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that we did not expect,
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you came down,
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and the mountains quaked at your presence.
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4 From ancient times no one has heard,
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no one has listened to,
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no eye has seen any God except you
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who acts on behalf of the one who waits for him.
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5 You welcome the one who joyfully does what is right;
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they remember you in your ways.
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But we have sinned, and you were angry.
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How can we be saved if we remain in our sins?
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6 All of us have become like something unclean,
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and all our righteous acts are like a polluted garment;
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all of us wither like a leaf,
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and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
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7 No one calls on your name,
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striving to take hold of you.
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For you have hidden your face from us
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and made us melt because of our iniquity.
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8 Yet Lord, you are our Father;
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we are the clay, and you are our potter;
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we all are the work of your hands.
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9 Lord, do not be terribly angry
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or remember our iniquity forever.
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Please look—all of us are your people!
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10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness;
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Zion has become a wilderness,
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Jerusalem a desolation.
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11 Our holy and beautiful temple,
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where our ancestors praised you,
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has been burned down,
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and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.
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12 Lord, after all this, will you restrain yourself?
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Will you keep silent and afflict us severely? |