The Book of the Prophet Isaiah

 1 Oh that thou wouldest ^arend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the ^bmountains might flow down at thy ^cpresence,

 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 ^atremble at thy presence!

 3 When thou didst ^aterrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the ^bmountains flowed down at thy presence.

 4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the ^aeye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath ^bprepared for him that waiteth for him.

 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.

 6 But we are all as an ^aunclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as ^bfilthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

 7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy ^aface from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.

 8 But now, O Lord, thou art our ^afather; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the ^bwork of thy hand.

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

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

 11 Our holy and our ^abeautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is ^bburned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid ^cwaste.

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