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Isaiah 64:7 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

7 No one calls on your name, striving to take hold of you. For you have hidden your face from us and made us melt because of  , our iniquity.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee: for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us, because of our iniquities.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 And no one calls on Your name and awakens and bestirs himself to take and keep hold of You; for You have hidden Your face from us and have delivered us into the [consuming] power of our iniquities. [Rom. 1:21-24.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee; for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast consumed us by means of our iniquities.

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Common English Bible

7 No one calls on your name; no one bothers to hold on to you, for you have hidden yourself from us, and have handed us over to our sin.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 There is no one who calls upon your name, who rises up and holds fast to you. You have concealed your face from us, and you have crushed us with the hand of our own iniquity.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up and taketh hold of thee: Thou hast hid thy face from us and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity.

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Isaiah 64:7
27 Tagairtí Cros  

Please remember that you formed me like clay. Will you now return me to dust?


Since your children sinned against him, he gave them over to their rebellion.


Why should the Egyptians say, “He brought them out with an evil intent to kill them in the mountains and eliminate them from the face of the earth”? Turn from your fierce anger and relent concerning this disaster planned for your people.


When you spread out your hands in prayer, I will refuse to look at you; even if you offer countless prayers, I will not listen. Your hands are covered with blood.


Or let it take hold of my strength; let it make peace with me – make peace with me.


‘Woe to the one who argues with his Maker – one clay pot among many. Does clay say to the one forming it, “What are you making? ” Or does your work say, “He has no hands”?


Why was no one there when I came? Why was there no one to answer when I called? Is my arm too weak to redeem? Or do I have no power to rescue? Look, I dry up the sea by my rebuke; I turn the rivers into a wilderness; their fish rot because of lack of water and die of thirst.


In a surge of anger I hid my face  from you for a moment, but I will have compassion on you with everlasting love,’ says the Lord your Redeemer.


For the Lord says this: ‘For the eunuchs who keep my Sabbaths, and choose what pleases me, and hold firmly to my covenant,


Because of his sinful greed I was angry, so I struck him; I was angry and hid; but he went on turning back to the desires of his heart.


He saw that there was no man – he was amazed that there was no one interceding; so his own arm brought salvation, and his own righteousness supported him.


But your iniquities  are separating you from your God, and your sins have hidden his face from you so that he does not listen.


No one makes claims justly; no one pleads honestly. They trust in empty and worthless words; they conceive trouble and give birth to iniquity.


Yet you are our Father, even though Abraham does not know us and Israel doesn’t recognise us. You, Lord, are our Father; your name is Our Redeemer from Ancient Times.


Therefore, this is what the Lord of Armies says: I am about to refine them and test them, for what else can I do because of my dear   people?


I searched for a man among them who would repair the wall  and stand in the gap before me on behalf of the land so that I might not destroy it,  but I found no one.


Set the empty pot on its coals so that it becomes hot and its copper glows. Then its impurity will melt inside it; its corrosion will be consumed.


I will depart and return to my place until they recognise their guilt and seek my face; they will search for me in their distress.


They do not cry to me from their hearts; rather, they wail on their beds. They slash themselves  , for grain and new wine; they turn away from me.


All of them are as hot as an oven, and they consume their rulers. All their kings fall; not one of them calls on me.


‘A son honours his father, and a servant his master. But if I am a father, where is my honour? And if I am a master, where is your fear of me?  says the Lord of Armies to you priests, who despise my name.’ Yet you ask, ‘How have we despised your name? ’


Don’t all of us have one Father?  Didn’t one God create us?  Why then do we act treacherously against one another,  profaning  the covenant of our ancestors?


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