The church prayeth God to shew himself with power. She acknowledgeth God's mercy to them that seek him, and confesseth her own unworthiness. She pleadeth for compassion toward her desolate state.
1 Oh that 1thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
2 As when athe melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, 1to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!
3 When thou didst 1terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
4 For since the beginning of the world 1men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye aseen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
5 1Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: 2in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
6 But 1we are all as 2an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do 3fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, 4have taken us away.
7 1And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for 2thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast aconsumed us, bbecause of our iniquities.
8 But now, O Lord, 1thou art our father; 2we are the clay, and thou our potter; and 3we all are the work of thy hand.
9 ¶ Be not 1wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, 2we are all thy people.
10 1Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 1Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12 1Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?