8 You, Lord, are our Father.We are nothing but clay,but you are the potterwho moulded us.
9 Don't be so furiousor keep our sinsin your thoughts for ever!Remember that all of usare your people.
10 Every one of your townshas turned into a desert,especially Jerusalem.
11 Zion's glorious and holy templewhere our ancestors praised youhas been destroyed by fire.Our beautiful buildingsare now a pile of ruins.
12 When you see these things,how can you just sit thereand make us suffer more?