8
But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
9
Don`t be angry very sore, Yahweh, neither remember iniquity forever: see, look, we beg you, we are all your people.
10
Your holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.