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And now, O Jehovah, thou [art] our Father, We [are] the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand -- all of us.

Be not wroth, O Jehovah, very sore, Nor for ever remember iniquity, Lo, look attentively, we beseech Thee, Thy people [are] we all.

10 Thy holy cities have been a wilderness, Zion a wilderness hath been, Jerusalem a desolation.

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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)
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)

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