Isaiah 64
5 Et facti sumus ut immundus omnes nos,
et quasi pannus inquinatus universae iustitiae nostrae;
et marcuimus quasi folium universi,
et iniquitates nostrae quasi ventus abstulerunt nos.
6 Non est qui invocet nomen tuum,
qui consurgat et adhaereat tibi,
quia abscondisti faciem tuam a nobis
et dissolvisti nos in manu iniquitatis nostrae.
7 Et nunc, Domine, pater noster es tu,
nos vero lutum; et fictor noster tu,
et opera manuum tuarum omnes nos.
8 Ne irascaris, Domine, nimis
et ne ultra memineris iniquitatis;
ecce, respice: populus tuus omnes nos.
6 We have all become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.
We all fade like a leaf,
and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
7 There is no one that calls upon thy name,
that bestirs himself to take hold of thee;
for thou hast hid thy face from us,
and hast delivered us into the hand of our iniquities.
8 Yet, O LORD, thou art our Father;
we are the clay, and thou art our potter;
we are all the work of thy hand.
9 Be not exceedingly angry, O LORD,
and remember not iniquity for ever.
Behold, consider, we are all thy people.
(RSV-CE)
5 我們都好像成了不潔的人，所行的正義好似染了經血的內衣，
又似乾枯的葉子；我們的罪惡好似狂風一般將我們捲去，
6 沒有一個呼求你名的，或奮起契合於你的，
因為你掩面不顧我們，將我們委棄於我們罪惡的權下。
7 如今，上主啊! 你是我們的父親；
我們只是泥土，你是我們的陶工，我們都是你手中的作品。
8 上主啊! 不要嚴加忿怒，不要時常記念我們的罪惡；
求你垂顧! 我們都是你的子民。
We are clay, we have become unclean
6 Deus, tu scis insipiéntiam meam, *
et delícta mea a te non sunt abscóndita.
7 Non erubéscant in me, qui exspéctant te, *
Dómine, Dómine virtútum.
Non confundántur super me, *
qui quærunt te, Deus Israel.
8 Quóniam propter te sustínui oppróbrium, *
opéruit confúsio fáciem meam;
9 extráneus factus sum frátribus meis *
et peregrínus fíliis matris meæ.
10 Quóniam zelus domus tuæ comédit me, *
et oppróbria exprobrántium tibi cecidérunt super me.
11 Et flevi in ieiúnio ánimam meam, *
et factum est in oppróbrium mihi.
12 Et pósui vestiméntum meum cilícium, *
et factus sum illis in parábolam.
13 Advérsum me loquebántur, qui sedébant in porta, *
et in me canébant, qui bibébant vinum.
God, you know my weakness:
my crimes are not hidden from you.
Let my fate not put to shame those who trust in you,
Lord, Lord of hosts.
Let them not be dismayed on my account,
those who seek you, God of Israel.
For it is for your sake that I am taunted
and covered in confusion:
I have become a stranger to my own brothers,
a wanderer in the eyes of my mother’s children –
because zeal for your house is consuming me,
and the taunts of those who hate you
fall upon my head.
I have humbled my soul with fasting
and they reproach me for it.
I have made sackcloth my clothing
and they make me a byword.
The idlers at the gates speak against me;
for drinkers of wine, I am the butt of their songs.
(Psalm 69:6-13)