No one calls on your name
    or strives to lay hold of you;
for you have hidden your face from us
    and have given us over to[a] our sins.

Yet you, Lord, are our Father.
    We are the clay, you are the potter;
    we are all the work of your hand.
Do not be angry beyond measure, Lord;
    do not remember our sins for ever.
Oh, look upon us we pray,
    for we are all your people.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 64:7 Septuagint, Syriac and Targum; Hebrew have made us melt because of