Isaiah 64
1 Oh, that Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence,
愿你裂天而降； 愿山在你面前震动—
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,
好像火烧干柴， 又像火将水烧开， 使你敌人知道你的名， 使列国在你面前发颤！
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! —
你曾行我们不能逆料可畏的事。 那时你降临，山岭在你面前震动。
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.
从古以来，人未曾听见、未曾耳闻、未曾眼见 在你以外有什么神为等候他的人行事。
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.
你迎接那欢喜行义、记念你道的人； 你曾发怒，我们仍犯罪； 这景况已久，我们还能得救吗？
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.
我们都像不洁净的人； 所有的义都像污秽的衣服。 我们都像叶子渐渐枯干； 我们的罪孽好像风把我们吹去。
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.
并且无人求告你的名； 无人奋力抓住你。 原来你掩面不顾我们， 使我们因罪孽消化。
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.
耶和华啊，现在你仍是我们的父！ 我们是泥，你是窑匠； 我们都是你手的工作。
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
耶和华啊，求你不要大发震怒， 也不要永远记念罪孽。 求你垂顾我们， 我们都是你的百姓。
10 Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
你的圣邑变为旷野。 锡安变为旷野； 耶路撒冷成为荒场。
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
我们圣洁华美的殿— 就是我们列祖赞美你的所在被火焚烧； 我们所羡慕的美地尽都荒废。
12 Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
耶和华啊，有这些事，你还忍得住吗？ 你仍静默使我们深受苦难吗？
