7 No one turns to you in prayer; no one goes to you for help. You have hidden yourself from us and have abandoned us because of our sins.
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 forever. 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?