^{8 Ref} 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 Ref} Don't be angry very sore, Yahweh, neither remember iniquity forever: see, look, we beg you, we are all your people.

^{10 Ref} Your holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

^{11 Ref} Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.

^{12 Ref} Will you refrain yourself for these things, Yahweh? will you hold your peace, and afflict us very sore?