There is no one who calls on your name, or attempts to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have delivered a us into the hand of our iniquity.
Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Do not be exceedingly angry, O Lord, and do not remember iniquity forever. Now consider, we are all your people.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and beautiful house, where our ancestors praised you, has been burned by fire, and all our pleasant places have become ruins.
After all this, will you restrain yourself, O Lord? Will you keep silent, and punish us so severely?
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