8 But now, O Lord,You are our Father;We are the clay, and You our potter;And all we are the work of Your hand.
9 Do not be furious, O Lord,Nor remember iniquity forever;Indeed, please look—we all are Your people!
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness,Zion is a wilderness,Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and beautiful temple,Where our fathers praised You,Is burned up with fire;And all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12 Will You restrain Yourself because of these things, O Lord?Will You hold Your peace, and afflict us very severely?