Isaiah 64
1 If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
Utinam dirumperes cælos, et descenderes: a facie tua montes defluerent.
2 as fire kindles the brushwood and causes the water to boil, to make Your name known to Your enemies, so that the nations will tremble at Your presence!
Sicut exustio ignis tabescerent, aquæ arderent igni, ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis: a facie tua gentes turbarentur.
3 When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus: descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.
4 From ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides You, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him.
A sæculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt: oculus non vidit, Deus absque te, quæ præparasti expectantibus te.
5 You welcome those who gladly do right, who remember Your ways. Surely You were angry, for we sinned. How can we be saved if we remain in our sins?
Occurristi lætanti, et facienti iustitiam: in viis tuis recordabuntur tui: ecce tu iratus es, et peccavimus: in ipsis fuimus semper, et salvabimur.
6 Each of us has become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all wither like a leaf, and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
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 No one calls on Your name or strives to take hold of You. For You have hidden Your face from us and delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.
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, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.
Et nunc Domine, pater noster es tu, nos vero lutum: et fictor noster tu, et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.
9 Do not be angry, O LORD, beyond measure; do not remember our iniquity forever. Oh, look upon us, we pray; we are all Your people!
Ne irascaris Domine satis, et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostræ: ecce respice, populus tuus omnes nos.
10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
Civitas sancti tui facta est deserta, Sion deserta facta est, Ierusalem desolata est.
11 Our holy and beautiful temple, where our fathers praised You, has been burned with fire, and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.
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 After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
Numquid super his continebis te Domine, tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer?
