8 But you are our father, Lord. We are like clay, and you are like the potter. You created us,
9 so do not be too angry with us or hold our sins against us for ever. We are your people; be merciful to us.
10 Your sacred cities are like a desert; Jerusalem is a deserted ruin,
11 and our Temple, the sacred and beautiful place where our ancestors praised you, has been destroyed by fire. All the places we loved are in ruins.
12 Lord, are you unmoved by all this? Are you going to do nothing and make us suffer more than we can endure?