Isaiah 64:9

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 wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.

¹⁰  Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

¹¹  Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.