11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
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?
64:11Our holy and glorious temple, where our fathers praised you, has been burned with fire, and all that we treasured lies in ruins.
64:11The house of our holiness, and of our glory, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt with fire, and all our lovely things are turned into ruins.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burnt up with fire, and all our precious things are laid waste.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, Where praise Thee did our fathers, Hath become burnt with fire, And all our desirable things have become a waste.
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.