¹If only You would rend the heavens and come down, ²as fire kindles the brushwood ³When You did awesome works that we did not expect, ⁴From ancient times no one has heard, ⁵You welcome those who gladly do right, ⁶Each of us has become like something unclean, ⁷No one calls on Your name ⁸But now, O LORD, You are our Father; ⁹Do not be angry, O LORD, beyond measure; ¹⁰Your holy cities have become a wilderness. ¹¹Our holy and beautiful temple, ¹²After all this, O LORD,