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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 consumed us because of our iniquities.
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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.
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Be not sorely wroth, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, see, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.
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Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
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Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised Thee, is burned up with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
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Wilt Thou refrain Thyself for these things, O LORD? Wilt Thou hold Thy peace and afflict us very sore?