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All of us have become unclean,
    and all of our righteous deeds are like filthy rags
We all become withered like leaves,
    and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
There is no one who invokes your name
    or attempts to hold fast to you.
For you have hidden your face from us
    and have delivered us up because of our sins.
Yet, O Lord, you are our Father;
    we are the clay and you are our potter;
    all of us are the work of your hands.

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