NASB
"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."
— Isaiah 64:8, NASB
“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 who rejoices in doing righteousness, Who remembers You in Your ways. Behold, You were angry, for we sinned, We continued in them a long time; And shall we be saved?
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.
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.
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.
Do not be angry beyond measure, O LORD, Nor remember iniquity forever; Behold, look now, all of us are Your people.
Your holy cities have become a wilderness, Zion has become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and beautiful house, Where our fathers praised You, Has been burned by fire; And all our precious things have become a ruin.