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And there is no one who calls on your name,
    who pulls himself up to keep hold of you,
for you have hidden your face from us,[a]
    and melted us into the hand of our iniquity.
Yet now Yahweh, you are our father;
    we are the clay and you are our potter,[b]
    and we all are the work of your hand.
You must not be exceedingly angry, Yahweh,
    and you must not remember iniquity forever!

Look! Behold, now! We all are your people!

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 64:7 Or “him”
  2. Isaiah 64:8 Literally “one who fashions”