If onlyלוּאyou would tear openקָרַעְתָּthe heavensשָׁמַיִםand come down,יָרַדְתָּthat the mountainsהָרִיםwould meltנָזֹלּוּbefore you,מִפָּנֶיךָ
asכִּfireאֵשׁkindlesקְדֹחַdry branches,הֲמָסִיםas fireאֵשׁmakesתִּבְעֶהwaterמַיִםboil,תִּבְעֶהto make knownלְהוֹדִיעַyour nameשִׁמְךָto your adversaries!לְצָרֶיךָBefore youמִפָּנֶיךָnationsגּוֹיִםwill tremble.יִרְגָּזוּ
When you didבַּעֲשׂוֹתְךָfearsome thingsנוֹרָאוֹתthat we did notלֹאwait for,נְקַוֶּהyou came down;יָרַדְתָּbefore youמִפָּנֶיךָthe mountainsהָרִיםmelted.נָזֹלּוּ
And from of oldוּמֵעוֹלָםthey have notלֹאheard,שָׁמְעוּthey have notלֹאlistened;הֶאֱזִינוּno eyeעַיִן לֹאhas seenרָאָתָהan Elohimאֱלֹהִיםbesides youזוּלָתְךָwho actsיַעֲשֶׂהfor the one who awaitsלִמְחַכֵּהhim.לוֹ
You meetפָּגַעְתָּthe one who rejoicesאֶת שָׂשׂand doesוְעֹשֵׂהrighteousness,צֶדֶקthose who remember youיִזְכְּרוּךָin your ways.בִּדְרָכֶיךָLook,הֵןyouאַתָּהwere angry,קָצַפְתָּand we sinned;וַנֶּחֱטָאin themבָּהֶםfrom of old,עוֹלָםand we will be saved.וְנִוָּשֵׁעַ
And we have becomeוַנְּהִיlike the unclean,כַטָּמֵאall of us,כֻּלָּנוּand like a garmentוּכְבֶגֶדof menstruationעִדִּיםallכָּלour acts of righteousness;צִדְקֹתֵינוּand we witherוַנָּבֶלlike the leaf,כֶּעָלֶהall of us,כֻּלָּנוּand our iniquitiesוַעֲוֺנֵנוּlike the windכָּרוּחַcarry us away.יִשָּׂאֻנוּ
And there is noוְאֵיןone who callsקוֹרֵאon your name,בְשִׁמְךָwho rouses himselfמִתְעוֹרֵרto take holdלְהַחֲזִיקof you;בָּךְforכִּיyou have hiddenהִסְתַּרְתָּyour faceפָנֶיךָfrom us,מִמֶּנּוּand have melted usוַתְּמוּגֵנוּby the handבְּיַדof our iniquities.עֲוֺנֵנוּ
But now,וְעַתָּהYHWH,יְהוָהyou areאָתָּהour Father;אָבִינוּweאֲנַחְנוּare the clay,הַחֹמֶרand youוְאַתָּהour potter;יֹצְרֵנוּand the workוּמַעֲשֵׂהof your handיָדְךָare all of us.כֻּלָּנוּ
Do notאַלbe angry,תִּקְצֹףYHWH,יְהוָהto the extreme,עַד מְאֹדand do notוְאַלrememberתִּזְכֹּרiniquityעָוֺןforever;לָעַדlook,הֵןlook,הַבֶּטplease;נָאall of usכֻלָּנוּare your people.עַמְּךָ
Your holyקָדְשְׁךָcitiesעָרֵיhave becomeהָיוּa wilderness;מִדְבָּרZionצִיּוֹןhas becomeהָיָתָהa wilderness,מִדְבָּרJerusalemיְרוּשָׁלִַםa desolation.שְׁמָמָה
The houseבֵּיתof our holinessקָדְשֵׁנוּand of our beauty,וְתִפְאַרְתֵּנוּwhereאֲשֶׁרour fathersאֲבֹתֵינוּpraised you,הִלְלוּךָhas beenהָיָהburnedלִשְׂרֵפַתby fire,אֵשׁand allוְכָלour desirable thingsמַחֲמַדֵּינוּhave becomeהָיָהa ruin.לְחָרְבָּה
Atהַעַלthese thingsאֵלֶּהwill you restrain yourself,תִתְאַפַּקYHWH?יְהוָהWill you keep silentתֶּחֱשֶׁהand afflict usוּתְעַנֵּנוּto the extreme?עַד מְאֹד