7. There is no one who calls upon your name, who rises up and holds fast to you. You have concealed your face from us, and you have crushed us with the hand of our own iniquity.
8. And now, O Lord, you are our Father, yet truly, we are clay. And you are our Maker, and we are all the works of your hands.
9. Do not be so angry, O Lord, and no longer call to mind our iniquity. Behold, consider that we are all your people.
10. The city of your sanctuary has become a desert. Zion has become a desert. Jerusalem is desolate.
11. The house of our sanctification and of our glory, where our fathers praised you, has been completely consumed by fire, and all our admirable things have been turned into ruins.
12. Should you restrain yourself, O Lord, concerning these things? Should you remain silent, and afflict us vehemently?