Isaiah 64:8-12

Isaiah 64:8-12

[8] 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  very sore,  O LORD,  neither remember  iniquity  for ever:  behold, see,  we beseech thee, we are all thy people.  [10] Thy holy  cities  are a wilderness,  Zion  is a wilderness,  Jerusalem  a desolation.  [11] Our holy  and our beautiful  house,  where our fathers  praised  thee, is burned up  with fire:  and all our pleasant things  are laid waste.  [12] Wilt thou refrain  thyself for these things, O LORD?  wilt thou hold thy peace,  and afflict  us very sore?