8 Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay. You are the potter. Your hands made all of us.
9 Don't be so angry with us, Lord. Don't remember our sins anymore. Please show us your favor. All of us belong to you.
10 Your sacred cities have become a desert. Even Zion is a desert. Jerusalem is a dry and empty place.
11 Our people used to praise you in our holy and glorious temple. But now it has been burned down. Everything we treasured has been destroyed.