⁷ and there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee; for thou hast hidden thy face from us, and hast caused us to melt away through our iniquities.

⁸ And now, Jehovah, 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 Jehovah, neither remember iniquity for ever. Behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.