There is no one that calls upon thy name, that bestirs himself to take hold of thee; for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast delivered us into the hand of our iniquities.
Yet, O LORD, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou art our potter; we are all the work of thy hand.
Be not exceedingly angry, O LORD, and remember not iniquity for ever. Behold, consider, we are all thy people.
Thy holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, has been burned by fire, and all our pleasant places have become ruins.
Wilt thou restrain thyself at these things, O LORD? Wilt thou keep silent, and afflict us sorely?