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And we all have become like the unclean,
    and all our deeds of justice like a menstrual cloth,
And we all wither like a leaf,
    and our iniquities take us away like the wind.
And there is no one who calls on your name,
    who pulls himself up to keep hold of you,
for you have hidden your face from us,[a]
    and melted us into the hand of our iniquity.

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  1. Isaiah 64:7 Or “him”