American King James Version
"But now, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand. ¶ "
— Isaiah 64:8, American King James Version
“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.”
“But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. ”
“But now, Yahweh, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.”
“Yet, LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the product of your labor.”
“And 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.”
“But now, O Lord, you are our father; we are the earth, and you are our maker; and we are all the work of your hand.”
“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.”
You meet him that rejoices and works righteousness, those that remember you in your ways: behold, you are wroth; for we have sinned: in those is continuance, and we shall be saved.
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.
And there is none that calls on your name, that stirs up himself to take hold of you: for you have hid your face from us, and have consumed us, because of our iniquities.
But now, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand. ¶
Be not wroth very sore, O LORD, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech you, we are all your people.
Your holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised you, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.