Yet no one calls on your name or pleads with you for mercy. Therefore, you have turned away from us and turned us over to our sins.
And yet, LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We are all formed by your hand.
Oh, don't be so angry with us, LORD. Please don't remember our sins forever. Look at us, we pray, and see that we are all your people.
Your holy cities are destroyed; even Jerusalem is a desolate wilderness.
The holy, beautiful Temple where our ancestors praised you has been burned down, and all the things of beauty are destroyed.
After all this, LORD, must you still refuse to help us? Will you continue to be silent and punish us?