Isaiah 64
1 Oh, that Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence,
Utinam dirumperes cælos, et descenderes: a facie tua montes defluerent.
2 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,
Sicut exustio ignis tabescerent, aquæ arderent igni, ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis: a facie tua gentes turbarentur.
3 When Thou didst tremendous things which we looked not for — Oh that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence! —
Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus: descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.
4 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.
A sæculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt: oculus non vidit, Deus absque te, quæ præparasti expectantibus te.
5 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.
Occurristi lætanti, et facienti iustitiam: in viis tuis recordabuntur tui: ecce tu iratus es, et peccavimus: in ipsis fuimus semper, et salvabimur.
6 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.
Et facti sumus ut immundus omnes nos, et quasi pannus menstruatæ universæ iustitiæ nostræ: et cecidimus quasi folium universi, et iniquitates nostræ quasi ventus abstulerunt nos.
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 by means of our iniquities.
Non est qui invocet nomen tuum: qui consurgat, et teneat te: abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis, et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostræ.
8 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.
Et nunc Domine, pater noster es tu, nos vero lutum: et fictor noster tu, et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
Ne irascaris Domine satis, et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostræ: ecce respice, populus tuus omnes nos.
10 Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Civitas sancti tui facta est deserta, Sion deserta facta est, Ierusalem desolata est.
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
Domus sanctificationis nostræ, et gloriæ nostræ, ubi laudaverunt te patres nostri, facta est in exustionem ignis, et omnia desiderabilia nostra versa sunt in ruinas.
12 Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
Numquid super his continebis te Domine, tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer?
