Isaiah 64:8-12 But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; such that we all are the work of thy hands.

EJ2000⁽ⁱ⁾ ⁸ But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; such that we all are the work of thy hands. ⁹ Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people. ¹⁰ Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. ¹¹ Our house of our Sanctuary and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, was burned up with fire; and all our precious things were destroyed. ¹² Wilt thou refrain thyself regarding these things, O LORD? Wilt thou hold thy peace and afflict us very sore?