Look down from heaven and see from Your lofty home-holy and beautiful. Where is Your zeal and Your might? Your yearninga and Your compassion are withheld from me.
Yet You are our Father, even though Abraham does not know us and Israel doesn't recognize us. You, Lord, are our Father; from ancient times, Your name is our Redeemer.
Why, Lord, do You make us stray from Your ways? You harden our hearts so we do not fearb You. Return, because of Your servants, the tribes of Your heritage.
Your holy people had a possessionc for a little while, [but] our enemies have trampled down Your sanctuary.
We have become like those You never ruled over, like those not called by Your name.