Isaiæ 64
1 Utinam dirumperes cælos, et descenderes; a facie tua montes defluerent;
If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
2 sicut exustio ignis tabescerent, aquæ arderent igni: ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis; a facie tua gentes turbarentur.
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!
3 Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus; descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.
When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
4 A sæculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt; oculus non vidit, Deus, absque te, quæ præparasti exspectantibus te.
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.
5 Occurristi lætanti, et facienti justitiam; in viis tuis recordabuntur tui. Ecce tu iratus es, et peccavimus; in ipsis fuimus semper, et salvabimur.
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?
6 Et facti sumus ut immundus omnes nos, et quasi pannus menstruatæ universæ justitiæ nostræ; et cecidimus quasi folium universi, et iniquitates nostræ quasi ventus abstulerunt nos.
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.
7 Non est qui invocet nomen tuum; qui consurgat, et teneat te. Abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis, et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostræ.
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.
8 Et nunc, Domine, pater noster es tu, nos vero lutum; et fictor noster tu, et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.
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.
9 Ne irascaris, Domine, satis, et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostræ; ecce, respice, populus tuus omnes nos.
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!
10 Civitas Sancti tui facta est deserta, Sion deserta facta est, Jerusalem desolata est.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Domus sanctificationis nostræ et gloriæ nostræ, ubi laudaverunt te patres nostri, facta est in exustionem ignis, et omnia desiderabilia nostra versa sunt in ruinas.
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.
12 Numquid super his continebis te, Domine; tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer?
After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
