6. There are none who call upon your name,none who rouse themselves to take hold of you;For you have hidden your face from usand have delivered us up to our crimes.
7. Yet, Lord, you are our father;we are the clay and you our potter:we are all the work of your hand.
8. Do not be so very angry, Lord,do not remember our crimes forever;look upon us, who are all your people!
9. Your holy cities have become a wilderness;Zion has become wilderness, Jerusalem desolation!
10. Our holy and glorious housein which our ancestors praised youHas been burned with fire;all that was dear to us is laid waste.
11. Can you hold back, Lord, after all this?Can you remain silent, and afflict us so severely?