Isaiah · Chapter 64

[ edit] Wolde God þou ſhuldiſt to-breke heuenus, and comen doun, fro þi face hillis ſhulden flowe doun, as out brennyng of fyr þey ſhulden vanſhe awei, watris ſhulden brenne wiþ fyr; þat knowen were maad þi name to þin enemys, fro þi face Jentilis ſhulden ben diſturbid. Whan þou ſhalt do merueiles, wee ſhuln not ſuſtene. Þou deſcendedeſt, and fro þi face mounteynes floweden doun. Fro þe world þei herden not, ne wiþ eres parceyueden; þe eȝe ſaȝ not, þou God, wiþoute þee, what þingus þou haſt mad redi to men abidende þee. Þou aȝen came to þe gladere, and to þe doende riȝtwiſneſſe; in þi weies þei ſhul recorden of þee.

Lo! þou wraþediſt, and wee han ſynned; in hem wee weren euermor, and wee ſhul ben ſaaf. And wee ben mad as vnclene, alle wee; as þe cloþ of þe womman roten blod flowende, alle oure riȝtwiſneſſes; and wee fellen as a lef alle, and oure wickidneſſes as wind token awei vs. Þer is not, þat inwardly clepe þi name, þat riſe, and holde þee; þou haſt hid þi face fro vs, and þou haſt hurtlid vs in þe hond of oure wickidneſſe. And now, Lord, oure fader þou art; wee forſoþe clei, and oure makere þou, and þe werkus of þin hondus, alle wee. Ne wraþe þou, Lord, ynouȝ, and no more haue þou mynde of oure wickidneſſe. Lo! Lord, bihold, þi puple alle wee.

Þe cite of þin hoeli mad is deſert Sion, deſert mad is Jeruſalem, deſolat is þe hous of oure halewing and of oure glorie, where preiſeden þee oure fadris, mad is in out brennyng of fyr; and alle oure deſirable þingus ben turned in to fallingus. Wheþer vp on þeſe þingus þou ſhalt wiþholden þee, Lord? ſtille ſhalt þou be, and tormenten vs hugeli?