⁸ Yet you, Lord, are our Father.^(A)
    We are the clay, you are the potter;^(B)
    we are all the work of your hand.^(C)
9 Do not be angry^(D) beyond measure, Lord;
    do not remember our sins^(E) forever.
Oh, look on us, we pray,
    for we are all your people.^(F)
10 Your sacred cities^(G) have become a wasteland;
    even Zion is a wasteland, Jerusalem a desolation.^(H)
11 Our holy and glorious temple,^(I) where our ancestors praised you,
    has been burned with fire,
    and all that we treasured^(J) lies in ruins.
¹² After all this, Lord, will you hold yourself back?^(K)
    Will you keep silent^(L) and punish us beyond measure?