MKJV(i)
8 But now, O Jehovah, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You are our Former; and we all are the work of Your hand.
9 Do not be grievously angry, O Jehovah, nor remember iniquity forever. Behold! Look, please; all of us are Your people.
10 Your holy cities are a wilderness; Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem is a ruin.
11 The house of our holiness and our beauty, where our fathers praised You, has become a burning of fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12 Will You restrain Yourself over these things, O Jehovah? Will You be silent and sorely afflict us?