6. We are unfit to worship you;each of our good deedsis merely a filthy rag.We dry up like leaves;our sins are storm windssweeping us away.
7. No one worships in your nameor remains faithful.You have turned your back on usand let our sins melt us away.
8. You, Lord, are our Father.We are nothing but clay,but you are the potterwho moulded us.
9. Don't be so furiousor keep our sinsin your thoughts for ever!Remember that all of usare your people.
10. Every one of your townshas turned into a desert,especially Jerusalem.