Isaiæ 64
1 Utinam dirumperes cælos, et descenderes; a facie tua montes defluerent;
Oh that you would rend the heavens, that you would come down, that the mountains might flow down at your presence,
2 sicut exustio ignis tabescerent, aquæ arderent igni: ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis; a facie tua gentes turbarentur.
As when the melting fire burns, the fire causes the waters to boil, to make your name known to your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at your presence!
3 Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus; descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.
When you did terrible things which we looked not for, you came down, the mountains flowed down at your presence.
4 A sæculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt; oculus non vidit, Deus, absque te, quæ præparasti exspectantibus te.
For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither has the eye seen, O God, beside you, what he has prepared for him that waits 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 meet him that rejoices and works righteousness, those that remember you in your ways: behold, you are wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
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.
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 Non est qui invocet nomen tuum; qui consurgat, et teneat te. Abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis, et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostræ.
And there is none that calls on your name, that stirs up himself to take hold of you: for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us, because of our iniquities.
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 our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
9 Ne irascaris, Domine, satis, et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostræ; ecce, respice, populus tuus omnes nos.
Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech you, we are all your people.
10 Civitas Sancti tui facta est deserta, Sion deserta facta est, Jerusalem desolata est.
Your holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, 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 our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12 Numquid super his continebis te, Domine; tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer?
Will you refrain yourself for these things, O LORD? will you hold your peace, and afflict us very sore?
