1 Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence,

1 Utinam dirumperes cælos, et descenderes;
a facie tua montes defluerent;

2 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!

2 sicut exustio ignis tabescerent,
aquæ arderent igni:
ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis;
a facie tua gentes turbarentur.

3 When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains flowed down at thy presence.

3 Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus;
descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.

4 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.

4 A sæculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt;
oculus non vidit, Deus, absque te,
quæ præparasti exspectantibus te.

5 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.

5 Occurristi lætanti, et facienti justitiam;
in viis tuis recordabuntur tui.
Ecce tu iratus es, et peccavimus;
in ipsis fuimus semper, et salvabimur.

6 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.

6 Et facti sumus ut immundus omnes nos,
et quasi pannus menstruatæ universæ justitiæ nostræ;
et cecidimus quasi folium universi,
et iniquitates nostræ quasi ventus abstulerunt nos.

7 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.

7 Non est qui invocet nomen tuum;
qui consurgat, et teneat te.
Abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis,
et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostræ.

8 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.

8 Et nunc, Domine, pater noster es tu,
nos vero lutum;
et fictor noster tu,
et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.

9 ¶ Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.

9 Ne irascaris, Domine, satis,
et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostræ;
ecce, respice, populus tuus omnes nos.

10 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

10 Civitas Sancti tui facta est deserta,
Sion deserta facta est,
Jerusalem desolata est.

11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.

11 Domus sanctificationis nostræ et gloriæ nostræ,
ubi laudaverunt te patres nostri,
facta est in exustionem ignis,
et omnia desiderabilia nostra versa sunt in ruinas.

12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

12 Numquid super his continebis te, Domine;
tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer?