1 Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come
4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor
5 Thou meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those
6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses
7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up
8 But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou
9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for
10 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness,
11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised
12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou