Isaiæ 64

VULGATA	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 Utinam dirumperes cælos, et descenderes ; a facie tua montes defluerent ;	1 As when brushwood is set ablaze, or fire makes the water boil! Thus your name would be made known to your enemies and the nations would tremble before you,
2 sicut exustio ignis tabescerent, aquæ arderent igni : ut notum fieret nomen tuum inimicis tuis ; a facie tua gentes turbarentur.	2 While you wrought awesome deeds we could not hope for,
3 Cum feceris mirabilia, non sustinebimus ; descendisti, et a facie tua montes defluxerunt.	3 such as they had not heard of from of old. No ear has ever heard, no eye ever seen, any God but you doing such deeds for those who wait for him.
4 A sæculo non audierunt, neque auribus perceperunt ; oculus non vidit, Deus, absque te, quæ præparasti exspectantibus te.	4 Would that you might meet us doing right, that we were mindful of you in our ways! Behold, you are angry, and we are sinful;
5 Occurristi lætanti, et facienti justitiam ; in viis tuis recordabuntur tui. Ecce tu iratus es, et peccavimus ; in ipsis fuimus semper, et salvabimur.	5 all of us have become like unclean men, all our good deeds are like polluted rags; We have all withered like leaves, and our guilt carries us away like the wind.
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.	6 There is none who calls upon your name, who rouses himself to cling to you; For you have hidden your face from us and have delivered us up to our guilt.
7 Non est qui invocet nomen tuum ; qui consurgat, et teneat te. Abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis, et allisisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostræ.	7 Yet, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay and you the potter: we are all the work of your hands.
8 Et nunc, Domine, pater noster es tu, nos vero lutum ; et fictor noster tu, et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.	8 Be not so very angry, LORD, keep not our guilt forever in mind; look upon us, who are all your people.
9 Ne irascaris, Domine, satis, et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis nostræ ; ecce, respice, populus tuus omnes nos.	9 Your holy cities have become a desert, Zion is a desert, Jerusalem a waste.
10 Civitas Sancti tui facta est deserta, Sion deserta facta est, Jerusalem desolata est.	10 Our holy and glorious temple in which our fathers praised you Has been burned with fire; all that was dear to us is 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.	11 Can you hold back, O LORD, after all this? Can you remain silent, and afflict us so severely?
12 Numquid super his continebis te, Domine ; tacebis, et affliges nos vehementer ?