8. And now, O Jehovah, thou [art] our Father, We [are] the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand--all of us.
9. Be not wroth, O Jehovah, very sore, Nor for ever remember iniquity, Lo, look attentively, we beseech Thee, Thy people [are] we all.
10. Thy holy cities have been a wilderness, Zion a wilderness hath been, Jerusalem a desolation.
11. Our holy and our beautiful house, Where praise Thee did our fathers, Hath become burnt with fire, And all our desirable things have become a waste.
12. For these dost Thou refrain Thyself, Jehovah? Thou art silent, and dost afflict us very sore!'