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 consumeda us, because of our iniquities.8
But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter ; and we all are the work of thy hand.9
Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither rememberiniquity for ever: behold, see , we beseech thee, we are all thy people.10
Thy holycities are a wilderness,Zion is a wilderness,Jerusalem a desolation.11
Our holy and our beautifulhouse, where our fatherspraised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.12
Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace , and afflict us very sore?