8 Do not be so very angry, Lord,do not remember our crimes forever;look upon us, who are all your people!
9 Your holy cities have become a wilderness;Zion has become wilderness, Jerusalem desolation!
10 Our holy and glorious housein which our ancestors praised youHas been burned with fire;all that was dear to us is laid waste.
11 Can you hold back, Lord, after all this?Can you remain silent, and afflict us so severely?