If only you would tear the heavens open
and come down,
so that mountains would quake at your presence —
just as fire kindles brushwood,
and fire boils water —
to make your name known to your enemies,
so that nations would tremble at your presence!
When you did awesome works
that we did not expect,
you came down,
and the mountains quaked at your presence.
From ancient times no one has heard,
no one has listened to,
no eye has seen any God except you
who acts on behalf of the one who waits for him.
Yet LORD, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we all are the work of your hands.
LORD, do not be terribly angry
or remember our iniquity forever.
Please look — all of us are your people!
Your holy cities have become a wilderness;
Zion has become a wilderness,
Jerusalem a desolation.
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