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And there is none that calls upon thy name, or that remembers to take hold on thee: for thou hast turned thy face away from us, and hast delivered us up because of our sins.
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And now, O Lord, thou art our Father, and we are clay, all the work of thine hands.
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Be not very wroth with us, and remember not our sins for ever; but now look on , for we are all thy people.
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The city of thy holiness has become desolate, Sion has become as a wilderness, Jerusalem a curse.
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The house, our sanctuary, and the glory which our fathers blessed, has been burnt with fire: and all our glorious things have gone to ruin.