8. But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
9. Be not very wroth, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
10. Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11. Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12. Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and grievously afflict us?