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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 (64:8) Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we [are] all thy people (64:9) Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation (64:10) Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste (64:11) Wilt thou refrain thyself for these [things], O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
(64:12)
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