Tear the heavens open
Oh, that you would tear open the heavens and come down, that the mountains might flow down at your presence, Like fire setting brushwood alight, like fire making water boil — to make your name known to your enemies, so the nations shake at your presence. When you did terrifying things we weren't looking for, you came down and the mountains shook at your presence. Since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, nor has the eye seen, O God, beside you, what he has prepared for the one who waits for him. You meet the one who rejoices and works righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. You were angry, because we sinned. In those is continuance, and we will be saved. But we are all like an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags. We all fade like a leaf, and our wrongdoings, like the wind, have carried us away. And nobody calls on your name or stirs himself to take hold of you. Because you've hidden your face from us and let us waste away in the grip of our wrongdoing.
If only you'd tear the heavens open and come down, so the mountains shook at your presence — like fire setting brushwood alight, like fire making water boil — to make your name known to your enemies, so the nations shake at your presence. When you did terrifying things we weren't looking for, you came down and the mountains shook at your presence. Since the beginning of the world nobody has heard or taken in with the ear, and no eye has seen a God besides you who works for the one who waits for him. You meet the one who celebrates doing right, the ones who remember you in your ways. Look — you were angry, because we sinned. We stayed in our sins a long time. Can we still be saved? But we're all like something unclean, and everything we did right is like a filthy rag. We all wither like a leaf, and our wrongdoing carries us off like the wind. And nobody calls on your name or stirs himself to take hold of you. Because you've hidden your face from us and let us waste away in the grip of our wrongdoing.
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence, As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence! When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence. For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him. Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved. But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. And 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, because of our iniquities.
Oh, that you would tear open the heavens and come down, that the mountains might flow down at your presence,
If only you'd tear the heavens open and come down, so the mountains shook at your presence —
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,
Like fire setting brushwood alight, like fire making water boil — to make your name known to your enemies, so the nations shake at your presence.
like fire setting brushwood alight, like fire making water boil — to make your name known to your enemies, so the nations shake at your presence.
As when the melting fire burneth, the fire causeth the waters to boil, to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!
When you did terrifying things we weren't looking for, you came down and the mountains shook at your presence.
When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.
Since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, nor has the eye seen, O God, beside you, what he has prepared for the one who waits for him.
Since the beginning of the world nobody has heard or taken in with the ear, and no eye has seen a God besides you who works for the one who waits for him.
For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
You meet the one who rejoices and works righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. You were angry, because we sinned. In those is continuance, and we will be saved.
You meet the one who celebrates doing right, the ones who remember you in your ways. Look — you were angry, because we sinned. We stayed in our sins a long time. Can we still be saved?
Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou art wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
But we are all like an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags. We all fade like a leaf, and our wrongdoings, like the wind, have carried us away.
But we're all like something unclean, and everything we did right is like a filthy rag. We all wither like a leaf, and our wrongdoing carries us off like the wind.
But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
And nobody calls on your name or stirs himself to take hold of you. Because you've hidden your face from us and let us waste away in the grip of our wrongdoing.
And 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, because of our iniquities.
You are the potter
But now, O LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter; and we are all the work of your hand. Don't be angry with us to the limit, Lord, and don't remember our wrongdoing forever. Look at us, please — we're all your people. Your holy cities are a wilderness. Zion is a wilderness. Jerusalem is wasted. Our holy and beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burnt with fire, and everything we loved is a ruin. Are you going to hold yourself back over all this, Lord? Are you going to keep quiet and afflict us to the limit?
But now, Lord, you're our father. We're the clay and you're the potter. We're all the work of your hand. Don't be angry with us to the limit, Lord, and don't remember our wrongdoing forever. Look at us, please — we're all your people. Your holy towns are a wilderness. Zion is a wilderness. Jerusalem is wasted. Our holy and beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burnt with fire, and everything we loved is a ruin. Are you going to hold yourself back over all this, Lord? Are you going to keep quiet and afflict us to the limit?
But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people. Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste. Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
But now, O LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter; and we are all the work of your hand.
But now, Lord, you're our father. We're the clay and you're the potter. We're all the work of your hand.
But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
Don't be angry with us to the limit, Lord, and don't remember our wrongdoing forever. Look at us, please — we're all your people.
Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
Your holy cities are a wilderness. Zion is a wilderness. Jerusalem is wasted.
Your holy towns are a wilderness. Zion is a wilderness. Jerusalem is wasted.
Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burnt with fire, and everything we loved is a ruin.
Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
Are you going to hold yourself back over all this, Lord? Are you going to keep quiet and afflict us to the limit?
Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?