11Our holy and glorious temple, where our fathers praised you, has been burned with fire, and all that we treasured lies in ruins.
11Our holy and glorious temple, where our fathers praised you, has been burned with fire, and all that we treasured lies in ruins.
8 Yet, O Lord , you 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, O Lord ; do not remember our sins forever. Oh, look upon us, we pray, for we are all your people.
10 Your sacred cities have become a desert; even Zion is a desert, Jerusalem a desolation.
11 Our holy and glorious temple, where our fathers praised you, has been burned with fire, and all that we treasured lies in ruins.
12 After all this, O Lord , will you hold yourself back? Will you keep silent and punish us beyond measure?
64:11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
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.