Oh that You would rend the heavens, that You would come down-That the mountains would shake at Your presence -

Like fire that kindles brushwood, Like fire that causes water to boil, To make Your name known to Your adversaries, That the nations may tremble at Your presence!

When You did awesome things that we did not expect, You came down, the mountains shook at Your presence.

For from of old, men have not heard, Nor perceived with the ear, Neither has eye seen a God besides You, Who acts for him who waits for Him.

You meet him who rejoices and does righteousness, Those who remember You in Your ways. Yes, You were angry, for we sinned; We have been in them for a long time, and shall we be saved?

For all of us became like him who is unclean, And all our righteousnesses are like a soiled garment; And we all wither like a leaf, And our iniquities, like the wind, carry us away.

And there is no one who calls upon Your name, Who stirs himself up to lay hold of You; For You have hidden Your face from us And have consumed us by our iniquities.

But now, Jehovah, You are our Father; We are the clay; and You, our Potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.

Do not be angry to an extreme, O Jehovah, Neither remember iniquity forever; Look now, we pray: We all are Your people.

Your holy cities have become a wilderness; Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

Our holy and beautiful house, Where our fathers praised You, Is burned with fire; And all the things that we delighted in have become a ruin.

Will You restrain Yourself from these, O Jehovah? Will You keep silent and afflict us to an extreme?