8But now, O LORD, You are our Father;
we are the clay, and You are the potter;
we are all the work of Your hand.
9Do not be angry, O LORD, beyond measure;
do not remember our iniquity forever.
Oh, look upon us, we pray;
we are all Your people!
10Your holy cities have become a wilderness.
Zion has become a wasteland and Jerusalem a desolation.
11Our holy and beautiful temple,
where our fathers praised You,
has been burned with fire,
and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.
12After all this, O LORD,
will You restrain Yourself?
Will You keep silent
and afflict us beyond measure?
— Isaiah 64:8-12