May you descend from the heavens, may the mountains shake before you,

It’s like a fire burning dry wood, or like a fire boiling water. Let your enemies know your name, and make the nations tremble before you.

You have done things that we cannot expect and fear. When you descended, the mountains trembled in front of you.

Since ancient times, no one has heard, heard, or seen that there is any God outside of you who works for those waiting for him.

You welcome those who rejoice in righteousness and remember your way. You were angry, but we still sin. This situation has been going on for a long time. Can we still be saved?

We are all like unclean people, and all righteousness is like filthy clothing. We are all like leaves gradually drying up. Our sins are like the wind blowing us away.

And no one calls for your name, no one strives to catch you. So you hid your face from us, causing us to digest our sins.

O Lord, you are still our Father. We are mud, you are a kiln maker. We are all your hands.

O Lord, do not be greatly angry, and do not remember iniquity forever. Please consider us, we are all your people.

Your holy city has become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, and Jerusalem has become a desolation.

Our holy and beautiful temple is where our ancestors praised you, burned by fire. All the beautiful places we envy are abandoned.

O Lord, can you still endure these things? Are you still silent and causing us great suffering?