Isaiah 64:8-12

1. 8 But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

2. 9 Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.

3. 10 Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

4. 11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.

5. 12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

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