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We are all infected and impure with sin. When we put on our prized robes of righteousness, we find they are but filthy rags.[a] Like autumn leaves we fade, wither, and fall. And our sins, like the wind, sweep us away. Yet no one calls upon your name or pleads with you for mercy. Therefore, you have turned away from us and turned us over to our sins.

And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay and you are the Potter. We are all formed by your hand.

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  1. Isaiah 64:6 filthy rags, literally, “filthy as a menstruating woman’s rags.”

All of us have become like one who is unclean,(A)
    and all our righteous(B) acts are like filthy rags;
we all shrivel up like a leaf,(C)
    and like the wind our sins sweep us away.(D)
No one(E) calls on your name(F)
    or strives to lay hold of you;
for you have hidden(G) your face from us
    and have given us over(H) to[a] our sins.

Yet you, Lord, are our Father.(I)
    We are the clay, you are the potter;(J)
    we are all the work of your hand.(K)

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  1. Isaiah 64:7 Septuagint, Syriac and Targum; Hebrew have made us melt because of