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CB ISA Chapter 64

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64 O that thou woldest cleue the heauen in sonder, & come downe: that the mountaynes might melt awaye at thy presence, 2 like as at an hote fyre: and that the malicious might boyle, as the water doth vpon the fyre: Wherby thy name might be knowne amoge thine enemies, & yt the Getiles might treble before ye. 3 That thou mightest come downe with thy wonderous straunge workes, then shulde the hilles melt at thy presence. 4 For sence the begynnynge of the worlde there was none (excepte thou o God) that herde or perceaued, nether hath eny eye sene what thou dost for the, that put their trust in the. 5 Thou helpest him that doth right with cherefulnesse, and them that thynke vpon thy wayes. But lo, thou art angrie, for we offende, and haue bene euer in synne, and there is not one whole. 6 We are all as an vnclene thinge, & all oure rightuousnesses are as the clothes stayned with the floures of a woman: we fall euerychone as the leaf, for oure synnes carie vs awaye like the wynde. 7 There is no man that calleth vpon thy name, that stondeth vp to take holde by the. Therfore hydest thou thy face from vs, and consumest vs, because of oure synnes. 8 But now o LORDE, thou father of ours: we are the claye, and thou art oure potter, and we all are the worke of thy hondes. 9 Be not to sore displeased (o LORDE) and kepe not oure offences to loge in thy remembraunce, but considre that we all are thy people. 10 The cities of thy Sanctuary lye waist, Sion is a wildernesse, and Ierusalem a deserte. 11 Oure holy house which is oure bewty, where oure fathers praysed the, is brent vp, yee all oure comodities and pleasures are waysted awaye. 12 Wilt thou not be intreated (LORDE) for all this? Wilt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?