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 wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, look, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
10. Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become 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 afflict us very sore?