6 All of us have become like one who is unclean,

and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;

we all shrivel up like a leaf,

and like the wind our sins sweep us away.

7 No one calls on your name

or strives to lay hold of you;

for you have hidden your face from us

and have given us over to our sins.

8 Yet you, Lord, are our Father.

We are the clay, you are the potter;

we are all the work of your hand.

9 Do not be angry beyond measure, Lord;

do not remember our sins forever.

Oh, look on us, we pray,

for we are all your people.

10 Your sacred cities have become a wasteland;

even Zion is a wasteland, Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and glorious temple, where our ancestors praised you,

has been burned with fire,

and all that we treasured lies in ruins.

12 After all this, Lord, will you hold yourself back?

Will you keep silent and punish us beyond measure?

6 We have all become like one who is unclean,

and all our righteous deeds are like a polluted garment.

We all fade like a leaf,

and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.

7 There is no one who calls upon your name,

who rouses himself to take hold of you;

for you have hidden your face from us,

and have made us melt in the hand of our iniquities.

8 But now, O Lord, you are our Father;

we are the clay, and you are our potter;

we are all the work of your hand.

9 Be not so terribly angry, O Lord,

and remember not iniquity forever.

Behold, please look, we are all your people.

10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness;

Zion has become a wilderness,

Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and beautiful house,

where our fathers praised you,

has been burned by fire,

and all our pleasant places have become ruins.

12 Will you restrain yourself at these things, O Lord?

Will you keep silent, and afflict us so terribly?

6 But we are all as an unclean thing,

And all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags;

And we all do fade as a leaf;

And our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

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.

12 Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord?

Wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

6 We are all infected and impure with sin.

When we display our righteous deeds,

they are nothing but filthy rags.

Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall,

and our sins sweep us away like the wind.

7 Yet no one calls on your name

or pleads with you for mercy.

Therefore, you have turned away from us

and turned us over to our sins.

8 And yet, O Lord, you are our Father.

We are the clay, and you are the potter.

We all are formed by your hand.

9 Don’t be so angry with us, Lord.

Please don’t remember our sins forever.

Look at us, we pray,

and see that we are all your people.

10 Your holy cities are destroyed.

Zion is a wilderness;

yes, Jerusalem is a desolate ruin.

11 The holy and beautiful Temple

where our ancestors praised you

has been burned down,

and all the things of beauty are destroyed.

12 After all this, Lord, must you still refuse to help us?

Will you continue to be silent and punish us?

6 But we are all like an unclean thing,

And all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags;

We all fade as a leaf,

And our iniquities, like the wind,

Have taken us away.

7 And there is no one who calls on Your name,

Who stirs himself up to take hold of You;

For You have hidden Your face from us,

And have consumed us because of our iniquities.

8 But now, O Lord,

You are our Father;

We are the clay, and You our potter;

And all we are the work of Your hand.

9 Do not be furious, O Lord,

Nor remember iniquity forever;

Indeed, please look—we all are Your people!

10 Your holy cities are a wilderness,

Zion is a wilderness,

Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and beautiful temple,

Where our fathers praised You,

Is burned up with fire;

And all our pleasant things are laid waste.

12 Will You restrain Yourself because of these things, O Lord?

Will You hold Your peace, and afflict us very severely?

6 All of us are dirty with sin.

All the right things we have done are like filthy pieces of cloth.

All of us are like dead leaves,

and our sins, like the wind, have carried us away.

7 No one worships you

or even asks you to help us.

That is because you have turned away from us

and have let our sins destroy us.

8 But Lord, you are our father.

We are like clay, and you are the potter;

your hands made us all.

9 Lord, don’t continue to be angry with us;

don’t remember our sins forever.

Please, look at us,

because we are your people.

10 Your holy cities are empty like the desert.

Jerusalem is like a desert;

it is destroyed.

11 Our ancestors worshiped you

in our holy and wonderful Temple,

but now it has been burned with fire,

and all our precious things have been destroyed.

12 When you see these things, will you hold yourself back from helping us, Lord?

Will you be silent and punish us beyond what we can stand?

6 And we are all become as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have carried us away; 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. 10 Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation. 11 Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt up with fire, and all our precious things are laid waste. 12 Wilt thou restrain thyself in presence of these things, Jehovah? Wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?

6 We’ve all become unclean,

and all our righteous acts are like permanently stained rags. 

All of us shrivel like leaves, 

and our sins carry us away like the wind. 

7 No one calls on your name 

or tries to hold on to you. 

You have hidden your face from us. 

You have let us be ruined by our sins. 

8 But now, Lord, you are our Father. 

We are the clay, and you are our potter. 

We are the work of your hands. 

9 Don’t be too angry, Lord. 

Don’t remember our sin forever. 

Now look, we are all your people. 

10 Your holy cities have become a desert. 

Zion has become a desert. 

Jerusalem is a wasteland. 

11 Our holy and beautiful temple, where our ancestors praised you, 

has been burned to the ground. 

All that we valued has been ruined. 

12 Despite these things, Lord, will you hold back? 

Will you be silent and make us suffer more than we can bear? 

6 All of us have become like something unclean,

and all our righteous acts are like a polluted garment;

all of us wither like a leaf,

and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.

7 No one calls on Your name,

striving to take hold of You.

For You have hidden Your face from us

and made us melt because of our iniquity.

8 Yet Lord, You are our Father;

we are the clay, and You are our potter;

we all are the work of Your hands.

9 Lord, do not be terribly angry

or remember our iniquity forever.

Please look—all of us are Your people!

10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness;

Zion has become a wilderness,

Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and beautiful temple,

where our fathers praised You,

has been burned with fire,

and all that was dear to us lies in ruins.

12 Lord, after all this, will You restrain Yourself?

Will You keep silent and afflict severely?

6 We have all become like one who is unclean,

and all our righteous deeds are like a filthy cloth.

We all fade like a leaf,

and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.

7 There is no one who calls on your name,

or attempts to take hold of you;

for you have hidden your face from us,

and have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity.

8 Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;

we are the clay, and you are our potter;

we are all the work of your hand.

9 Do not be exceedingly angry, O Lord,

and do not remember iniquity forever.

Now consider, we are all your people.

10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness,

Zion has become a wilderness,

Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and beautiful house,

where our ancestors praised you,

has been burned by fire,

and all our pleasant places have become ruins.

12 After all this, will you restrain yourself, O Lord?

Will you keep silent, and punish us so severely?

6 And we all have become like the unclean,

and all our deeds of justice like a menstrual cloth,

And we all wither like a leaf,

and our iniquities take us away like the wind.

7 And there is no one who calls on your name,

who pulls himself up to keep hold of you,

for you have hidden your face from us,

and melted us into the hand of our iniquity.

8 Yet now Yahweh, you are our father;

we are the clay and you are our potter,

and we all are the work of your hand.

9 You must not be exceedingly angry, Yahweh,

and you must not remember iniquity forever!

Look! Behold, now! We all are your people!

10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness;

Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and beautiful temple, where our ancestors praised you has been burned by fire,

and all our precious objects have become ruins.

12 Will you control yourself because of these, Yahweh?

Will you be silent?

And will you oppress us exceedingly?

6 All of us have become like someone who is “unclean.”

All of the good things we do are like polluted rags to you.

All of us are like leaves that have dried up.

Our sins sweep us away like the wind.

7 No one prays to you.

No one asks you for help.

You have turned your face away from us.

You have let us waste away

because we have sinned so much.

8 Lord, you are our Father.

We are the clay. You are the potter.

Your hands made all of us.

9 Don’t be so angry with us, Lord.

Don’t remember our sins anymore.

Please show us your favor.

All of us belong to you.

10 Your sacred cities have become a desert.

Even Zion is a desert.

Jerusalem is a dry and empty place.

11 Our people used to praise you in our holy and glorious temple.

But now it has been burned down.

Everything we treasured has been destroyed.

12 Lord, won’t you help us even after everything that’s happened?

Will you keep silent and punish us more than we can stand?

6 For all of us have become like one who is unclean,

And all our righteous deeds are like a filthy garment;

And all of us wither like a leaf,

And our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.

7 There is no one who calls on Your name,

Who arouses himself to take hold of You;

For You have hidden Your face from us

And have delivered us into the power of our iniquities.

8 But now, O Lord, You are our Father,

We are the clay, and You our potter;

And all of us are the work of Your hand.

9 Do not be angry beyond measure, O Lord,

Nor remember iniquity forever;

Behold, look now, all of us are Your people.

10 Your holy cities have become a wilderness,

Zion has become a wilderness,

Jerusalem a desolation.

11 Our holy and beautiful house,

Where our fathers praised You,

Has been burned by fire;

And all our precious things have become a ruin.

12 Will You restrain Yourself at these things, O Lord?

Will You keep silent and afflict us beyond measure?