7. There is no one who calls on Your name, Who arouses himself to take hold of You; For You have hidden Your face from us And have delivered us into the power of our iniquities.
8. But now, O Lord, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.
9. Do not be angry beyond measure, O Lord, Nor remember iniquity forever; Behold, look now, all of us are Your people.
10. Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11. Our holy and beautiful house, Where our fathers praised You, Has been burned by fire; And all our precious things have become a ruin.
12. Will You restrain Yourself at these things, O Lord? Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?