Isaias

8 And now, LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.

9 Be not wroth, O LORD, to the uttermost, and remember not iniquity for ever; behold, look, we beseech thee, we are all of us thy people.

10 Thy holy cities are become wilderness, Zion is become a wildemess, Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our house of holiness and beauty, (in) which our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire, and all our desirable things are laid waste.

12 Wilt thou, for all this, refrain thyself, O LORD? wilt thou hold thy peace, and affict us to the uttermost ?