7. There is none that calleth upon thy name: that riseth up, and taketh hold of thee: thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast crushed us in the hand of our iniquity.
8. And now, O Lord, thou art our father, and we are clay: and thou art our maker, and we all are the works of thy hands.
9. Be not very angry, O Lord, and remember no longer our iniquity: behold, see we are all thy people.
10. The city of thy sanctuary is become a desert, Sion is made a desert, Jerusalem is desolate.
11. The house of our holiness, and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt with fire, and all our lovely things are turned into ruins.
12. Wilt thou refrain thyself, O Lord, upon these things, wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us vehemently?