All of us had wandered off like sheep; each of us had strayed off on his own path, but the Lord caused the sin of all of us to attack him.

We are all like one who is unclean, all our so-called righteous acts are like a menstrual rag in your sight. We all wither like a leaf; our sins carry us away like the wind.

Is not Calneh like Carchemish? Hamath like Arpad? Samaria like Damascus?

We all growl like bears, we coo mournfully like doves; we wait for deliverance, but there is none, for salvation, but it is far from us.

Yet, Lord, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the product of your labor.

Lord, do not be too angry! Do not hold our sins against us continually! Take a good look at your people, at all of us!