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$Title{Old Testament, The
Chapter 64}
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$Date{1885}
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Title: Old Testament, The
Book: Isaiah
Author: Various
Date: 1885
Chapter 64
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down,
that the mountains might ^1 quake at thy presence, as when fire kindleth the
brushwood, and the fire causeth the waters to boil; to make thy name known to
thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence! When thou
didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains
quaked at thy presence. For from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by
the ear, neither hath the eye ^2 seen a God besides thee, who worketh for him
that waiteth for him. Thou ^3 meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh
righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou wast wroth,
and we sinned: ^4 in them have we been of long time; and shall we be saved?
For 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. 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 ^5 consumed us by means of our iniquities.
[Footnote 1: Or, flow down]
[Footnote 2: Or, seen, O God, besides thee, one that &c. p: ch.]
[Footnote 3: Or, sparest]
[Footnote 4: Or, in those is continuance, and we shall be saved the Hebrew is
obscure.]
[Footnote 5: Heb. melted.]
But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our
potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Be not wroth very sore, O
Jehovah, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, look, we beseech thee, we
are all thy people. Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a
wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. Our holy and our beautiful house, where
our fathers praised thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are
laid waste. Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Jehovah? wilt thou
hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?