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Isaiah 64:7 - English Standard Version 2016

7 There is no one who calls upon your name, who rouses himself to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.

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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  

Remember that you have made me like clay; and will you return me to the dust?


If your children have sinned against him, he has delivered them into the hand of their transgression.


Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.


Have they no knowledge, all the evildoers who eat up my people as they eat bread and do not call upon the Lord?


Why should the Egyptians say, ‘With evil intent did he bring them out, to kill them in the mountains and to consume them from the face of the earth’? Turn from your burning anger and relent from this disaster against your people.


When you spread out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you; even though you make many prayers, I will not listen; your hands are full of blood.


Or let them lay hold of my protection, let them make peace with me, let them make peace with me.”


“Woe to him who strives with him who formed him, a pot among earthen pots! Does the clay say to him who forms it, ‘What are you making?’ or ‘Your work has no handles’?


Why, when I came, was there no man; why, when I called, was there no one to answer? Is my hand shortened, that it cannot redeem? Or have I no power to deliver? Behold, by my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a desert; their fish stink for lack of water and die of thirst.


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


For thus says the Lord: “To the eunuchs who keep my Sabbaths, who choose the things that please me and hold fast my covenant,


Because of the iniquity of his unjust gain I was angry, I struck him; I hid my face and was angry, but he went on backsliding in the way of his own heart.


He saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no one to intercede; then his own arm brought him salvation, and his righteousness upheld him.


but your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God, and your sins have hidden his face from you so that he does not hear.


No one enters suit justly; no one goes to law honestly; they rely on empty pleas, they speak lies, they conceive mischief and give birth to iniquity.


For you are our Father, though Abraham does not know us, and Israel does not acknowledge us; you, O Lord, are our Father, our Redeemer from of old is your name.


Therefore thus says the Lord of hosts: “Behold, I will refine them and test them, for what else can I do, because of my people?


And I sought for a man among them who should build up the wall and stand in the breach before me for the land, that I should not destroy it, but I found none.


Then set it empty upon the coals, that it may become hot, and its copper may burn, that its uncleanness may be melted in it, its corrosion consumed.


I will return again to my place, until they acknowledge their guilt and seek my face, and in their distress earnestly seek me.


They do not cry to me from the heart, but they wail upon their beds; for grain and wine they gash themselves; they rebel against me.


All of them are hot as an oven, and they devour their rulers. All their kings have fallen, and none of them calls upon me.


“A son honors his father, and a servant his master. If then I am a father, where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is my fear? says the Lord of hosts to you, O priests, who despise my name. But you say, ‘How have we despised your name?’


Have we not all one Father? Has not one God created us? Why then are we faithless to one another, profaning the covenant of our fathers?


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