vpon the fyre, Wherby thy name myght be knowen amonge thyne enemyes, and that the Gentyles myght trymble before the.
That thou myghtest come downe with thy wonderous straunge workes, thē shuld the hylles melt at thy presence. For sence the begynnynge of the worlde there was none (excepte thou O God) that hearde or perceaued, neyther hathe any eye sene what thou dost for thē, that put theyr trust in the. Thou helpest hym that doth ryght [unspec B] with cherefulnesse, and them that thyncke vpon thy wayes. But lo, thou hast bene angrye, for we offended and haue bene euer in synne, and there is nat one whole.
We are all as an vnclene thynge, and all oure ryghtuousnesses are as the clothes stayned with the floures of a woman: we fal euery chone as the leafe, for our synnes cary [unspec C] vs awaye lyke the wynde. There is no man that calleth vpon thy name, that stan∣deth vp to take holde by the. Therfore hy∣dest thou thy face from vs / and consumest vs / because of oure synnes.
But nowe O Lorde, thou father of oures: we are the claye, and thou art our potter, and we all are the worke of thy hādes. Be nat to sore dyspleased (O Lorde) and kepe nat our offences to long in thy remēbraūce / but consydre that we all are thy people. The [unspec D] cyties of thy Sanctuarye lye wast. Syon is a wyldernesse, and Ierusalem a deserte. Our holy house which is our bewty, where our fathers praysed the, is brente vp: yee, al oure cōmodities and pleasures are wasted awaye. Wylt thou nat be intreated (Lorde) for all thys? Wylt thou holde thy peace, and scourge vs so sore?