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And there is no one who calls on Your name, Who stirs himself up to take hold of You; For You have hidden Your face from us, And have consumed us because of our iniquities.
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But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.
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Do not be furious, O Lord, Nor remember iniquity forever; Indeed, please look--we all are Your people!
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Your holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
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Our holy and beautiful temple, Where our fathers praised You, Is burned up with fire; And all our pleasant things are laid waste.
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Will You restrain Yourself because of these things, O Lord? Will You hold Your peace, and afflict us very severely?