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1 Oh 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, be­side 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 thy 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 burned 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?