Isaiah 64:12
Verse 12 of 12. The 64th of 66 chapters in Isaiah, in The Major Prophets.
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.
9Be not wroth very sore, O Lord, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, see, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
10Thy holy cities are a wilderness, Zion is a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
11Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned up with fire: and all our pleasant things are laid waste.
12Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Lord? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?
King James Version. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.