40 lines
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40 lines
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# Chapter 64
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1 Oh that you would rend the heavens and come down,
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that the mountains might quake at your presence—
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2 as when fire kindles brushwood
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and the fire causes water to boil—
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to make your name known to your adversaries,
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and that the nations might tremble at your presence!
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3 When you did awesome things that we did not look for,
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you came down, the mountains quaked at your presence.
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4 From of old no one has heard
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or perceived by the ear,
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no eye has seen a God besides you,
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who acts for those who wait for him.
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5 You meet him who joyfully works righteousness,
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those who remember you in your ways.
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Behold, you were angry, and we sinned;
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in our sins we have been a long time, and shall we be saved?
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6 We have all become like one who is unclean,
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and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
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We all fade like a leaf,
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and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
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7 There is no one who calls upon your name,
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who rouses himself to take hold of you;
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for you have hidden your face from us,
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and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.
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8 But now, O Lord, you are our Father;
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we are the clay, and you are our potter;
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we are all the work of your hand.
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9 Be not so terribly angry, O Lord,
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and remember not iniquity forever.
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Behold, please look, we are all 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 house,
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where our fathers praised you,
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has been burned by fire,
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and all our pleasant places have become ruins.
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12 Will you restrain yourself at these things, O Lord?
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Will you keep silent, and afflict us so terribly? |