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ISAIAH
- 16For Thou art our Father;
- For Abraham knoweth us not,
- And Israel doth not acknowledge us;
- Thou, O Lord, art our Father,
- Our Redeemer from everlasting is Thy name.
- 17O Lord, why dost Thou make us to err from Thy ways,
- And hardenest our heart from Thy fear?
- Return for Thy servants'sake,
- The tribes of Thine inheritance.
- 18Thy holy people they have well nigh driven out,
- Our adversaries have trodden down Thy sanctuary.
- 19We are become as they over whom Thou never borest rule,
- As they that were not called by Thy name.
- Oh, that Thou wouldest rend the heavens, that Thou wouldest come down,
- That the mountains might quake at Thy presence,
- 64As when fire kindleth the brush-wood,
- And the fire causeth the waters to boil;
- To make Thy name known to Thine adversaries,
- That the nations might tremble at Thy presence,
- 2When Thou didst tremendous things
- Which we looked not for—
- Oh that Thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at Thy presence!—
- 3And whereof from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear,
- Neither hath the eye seen a God beside Thee,
- Who worketh for him that waiteth for Him.
- 4Thou didst take away him that joyfully worked righteousness,
- Those that remembered Thee in Thy ways—
- Behold, Thou wast wroth, and we sinned—
- Upon them have we stayed of old, that we might be saved.
- 5And 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.
- 6And 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 consumed us by means of our iniquities.
- 7But now, O Lord, Thou art our Father;
- We are the clay, and Thou our potter,
- And we all are the work of Thy hand.
- 8Be not wroth very sore, O Lord,
- Neither remember iniquity for ever;
- Behold, look, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
- 9Thy holy cities are become a wilderness,
- Zion is become a wilderness,
- Jerusalem a desolation.
- 10Our holy and our beautiful house,
- Where our fathers praised Thee,
- Is burned with fire;
- And all our pleasant things are laid waste.
- 11Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O Lord?
- Wilt Thou hold Thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
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