1Would that thou hadst rent the heavens, hadst come down, 2At thy presence, had, mountains, quaked: As fire kindleth, brushwood, [As] fire causeth, water, to boil, [So,] if thou wouldst make known thy Name to thine adversaries, At thy presence, nations, would tremble. 3When thou didst fearful things, we could not expect, Thou camest down, at thy presence, mountains, quaked. 4Although from age-past times, It was never heard, It was not perceived by, the ear,—Neither did, the eye, ever see—That, a god besides thee, could work for the man who waited for him, 5Yet didst thou meet, Him who was rejoicing, and working righteousness, Even them who, in thy ways, remembered thee,—Lo! thou, hast been vexed, And truly we had sinned, Among them, was [the prospect of] an age [to come], That we might be saved.

6But we have become as one unclean, all of us, And, as a garment polluted, were all our righteous doings,—And so we faded like a leaf, all of us, And, our iniquity, as a wind, carried us away; 7And there was none, To call upon thy Name, To rouse himself to lay firm hold on thee,—For thou hadst hidden thy face from us, And hadst made us despond, by means of our iniquity. 8But, now, O Yahweh, our father, thou art,—We, are the clay, and, thou, art our potter, Yea, the work of thy hand, are, we all: 9Do not be indignant, O Yahweh, so very greatly, Neither, perpetually, do thou recall iniquity,—Lo! look around, we pray thee. . . thy people, are, we all. 10Thy holy, cities, have become a wilderness,—Zion, a wilderness, hath become, Jerusalem, a desolation! 11Our holy, and our beautiful, house, Where our fathers praised, thee, Hath become a conflagration,—And, all our delightful, places, are in ruins! 12In view of these things, wilt thou restrain thyself, O Yahweh? Wilt thou hold thy peace, and humble us so very greatly?