Isaiah 64:8-12 (64:7) But now, O Lord, our father art thou; we are the clay, and thou our fashioner; and the work of thy hand are we all.

Leeser⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁸ ^(64:7) But now, O Lord, our father art thou; we are the clay, and thou our fashioner; and the work of thy hand are we all. ⁹ ^(64:8) Be not wroth, O Lord, so very greatly, and do not for ever remember our iniquity: behold, look, we beseech thee, thy people are we all. ¹⁰ ^(64:9) Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem, a desolate place. ¹¹ ^(64:10) Our holy and beautiful house where our fathers praised thee, is burnt up with fire; and all our costly things are become ruins. ¹² ^(64:11) Wilt thou for these things refrain thyself, O Lord? wilt thou be silent, and afflict us so very greatly?