8But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
8But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
5 You meet him who rejoices and works righteousness, those who remember you in your ways. Behold, you were angry, and we sinned. We have been in sin for a long time; and shall we be saved?
6 For we have all become as one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is as a polluted garment: and we all fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
7 There is none who calls on your name, who stirs up himself to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have consumed us by means of our iniquities.
8 But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.
9 Don't be furious, Yahweh, neither remember iniquity forever: see, look, we beg you, we are all your people.
10 Your holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
64:8But now, O LORD, thou [art] our father; we [are] the clay, and thou our potter; and we all [are] the work of thy hand.
64:8Yet, O Lord , you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
64:8And now, O Lord, thou art our father, and we are clay: and thou art our maker, and we all are the works of thy hands.
64:8But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
64:8And now, Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
64:8But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
64:8But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
64:8And now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father, We are the clay, and Thou our Framer, And the work of Thy hand — all of us.
64:8But now, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.