Книга пророка Исаии 64
1 Аще отверзеши небо, трепет приимут от Тебе горы и растают,
If only You would rend the heavens and come down, so that mountains would quake at Your presence,
2 яко тает воск от лица огня, и попалит огнь супостаты, и явлено будет имя Твое в сопротивных Твоих: от лица Твоего языцы возмятутся:
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 егда сотвориши славная, трепет приимут от Тебе горы.
When You did awesome works that we did not expect, You came down, and the mountains trembled at Your presence.
4 От века не слышахом, ниже очи наши видеша бога, разве Тебе, и дела Твоя, яже сотвориши ждущым милости.
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 Милость бо срящет творящих правду, и пути Твоя помянутся: се, Ты разгневался еси, и мы согрешихом.
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 Сего ради заблудихом и быхом яко нечисти вси мы, якоже порт нечистыя вся правда наша, и отпадохом яко листвие беззаконий ради наших: тако ветр восхитит нас.
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 И несть призываяй имя Твое и помянувый удержати Тя: яко отвратил еси лице Твое от нас и предал ны еси беззаконий ради наших.
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 И ныне, Господи, Отец наш еси Ты, мы же брение, дела руку Твоею вси:
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 не прогневайся на ны зело и не помяни во время беззаконий наших, и ныне призри, яко людие Твои вси мы.
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 Град святилища Твоего бысть пуст, Сион якоже пустыня бысть, Иерусалим на проклятие:
Your holy cities have become a wilderness. Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
11 дом святый наш и слава, юже благословиша отцы наши, бысть огнем пожжен, и вся славная наша купно падоша.
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 И о всех сих терпел еси, Господи, и молчал, и смирил еси ны зело.
After all this, O LORD, will You restrain Yourself? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?
