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The Prophesy of Isaias
Chapter 64
The prophet prays for the release of his people; and for the remission of their sins.
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O that thou wouldst rend the heavens, and wouldst come down: the mountains would melt away at thy presence. |
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They would melt as at the burning of fire, the waters would burn with fire, that thy name might be made known to thy enemies: that the nations might tremble at thy presence. |
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When thou shalt do wonderful things, we shall not bear them: thou didst come down, and at thy presence the mountains melted away. |
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From the beginning of the world they have not heard, nor perceived with the ears: the eye hath not seen, O God, besides thee, what things thou hast prepared for them that wait for thee. |
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Thou hast met him that rejoiceth, and doth justice: in thy ways they shall remember thee: behold thou art angry, and we have sinned: in them we have been always, and we shall be saved. |
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And we are all become as one unclean, and all our justices as the rag of a menstruous woman: and we have all fallen as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. |
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There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up, and taketh hold of thee: thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity. |
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And now, O Lord, thou art our father, and we are clay: and thou art our maker, and we all are the works of thy hands. |
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Be not very angry, O Lord, and remember no longer our iniquity: behold, see we are all thy people. |
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The city of thy sanctuary is become a desert, Sion is made a desert, Jerusalem is desolate. |
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The house of our holiness, and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt with fire, and all our lovely things are turned into ruins. |
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Wilt thou refrain thyself, O Lord, upon these things, wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us vehemently? |
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