Isaiah 64:8-12 But now, Lord, thou art our father. Though we are clay, we are all the works of thy hands:

Thomson⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁸ But now, Lord, thou art our father. Though we are clay, we are all the works of thy hands: ⁹ be not angry with us to the uttermost; nor remember forever our sins: but, O, look down now upon us; for we are all thy people. ¹⁰ The city of thy sanctuary is become a desert: Sion is become like a desert; Jerusalem, for a curse. ¹¹ The house, our sanctuary; even that glory which our fathers blessed, is utterly burnt up with fire, and all our glorious things are in ruins; ¹² yet for all these things, thou, Lord, hast refrained, and been silent. Thou hast humbled us exceedingly.