^{8 Ref} 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 Ref} Be not wroth, O Jehovah, very sore, Nor for ever remember iniquity, Lo, look attentively, we beseech Thee, Thy people `are' we all.

^{10 Ref} Thy holy cities have been a wilderness, Zion a wilderness hath been, Jerusalem a desolation.