Did you happen to notice, new translation aside, the First Reading from this morning's Mass?
Behold, you are angry, and we are sinful;Geez, Isaiah! Lighten up, would you? And yet, the First Reading ends thus:
all of us have become like unclean people,
all our good deeds are like polluted rags;
we have all withered like leaves,
and our guilt carries us away like the wind.
There is none who calls upon your name,
who rouses himself to cling to you;
for you have hidden your face from us
and have delivered us up to our guilt.
Yet, O LORD, you are our father;And so ends the Confiteor, or whatever Penitential Act is used: we acknowledge that God is almighty in His mercy, capable of granting us forgiveness of our sins, and ready to do so.
we are the clay and you the potter:
we are all the work of your hands.