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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.
11
Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.
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Will you refrain yourself for these things, Yahweh? will you hold your peace, and afflict us very sore?