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No one calls on Your Name,
or stirs himself up to take hold of You.
For You have hidden Your face from us,
    and have consumed us, because of our iniquities.
But now, Adonai, You are our Father.
We are the clay and You are our potter,
We are all the work of Your hand.
Do not be angry much more, Adonai,
or remember iniquity forever.
Oh, please see,
we are all Your people!

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