7 There is no one who calls on Your name,who stirs up himself to take hold of You;for You have hidden Your face from usand have consumed us because of our iniquities.
8 But now, O Lord, You are our Father;we are the clay, and You are our potter;and we all are the work of Your hand.
9 Do not be wrathful beyond measure, O Lord,nor remember iniquity forever;look upon us, we pray,we all are Your people.
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness;Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and beautiful house where our fathers praised Youis burned up with fire;and all our precious things are laid waste.
12 Will You refrain Yourself from these things, O Lord?Will You hold Your peace and afflict us beyond measure?