⁷ And there is none that calleth upon Thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of Thee; for Thou hast hid Thy face from us, and hast consumed us because of our iniquities.

⁸ But now, O 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 sorely wroth, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever; behold, see, we beseech Thee, we are all Thy people.