7. No one calls on your name;no one bothers to hold on to you,for you have hidden yourself from us,and have handed us over to our sin.
8. But now, Lord, you are our father.We are the clay, and you are our potter.All of us are the work of your hand.
9. Don’t rage so fiercely, Lord;don’t hold our sins against us forever,but gaze now on your people, all of us:
10. Your holy cities have become a wilderness;Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a wasteland.
11. Our holy, glorious house,where our ancestors praised you,has gone up in flames;all that we treasured has become a ruin.
12. After all this, will you hold back, Lord?Will you keep silent and torment us so terribly?