Isaiah 64:7-11

There is no one who calls on Your name, Who stirs himself to take hold of You; For You have hidden Your face from us And have surrendered us to the power of our wrongdoings.

But now, Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter, And all of us are the work of Your hand.

Do not be angry beyond measure, Lord, Nor remember wrongdoing forever. Behold, please look, all of us are Your people.

Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

Our holy and beautiful house, Where our fathers praised You, Has been burned by fire; And all our precious things have become a ruin.