7. And there is no one who calls on Your Name, who stirs himself up to take hold of You; for You have hidden Your face from us, and have consumed us because of our crookednesses.
8. And now, O יהוה, You are our Father. We are the clay, and You our potter. And we are all the work of Your hand.
9. Do not be wroth, O יהוה, nor remember crookedness forever. See, please look, all of us are Your people!
10. Your set-apart cities have become a wilderness, Tsiyon has become a wilderness, Yerushalayim a waste.