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For we have all been as an unclean thing, and all our righteousness as filthy cloths. And we all fade like a leaf. And our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

And there is no one who calls upon Your Name, or who stirs himself up to take hold of You. For You have hidden Your Face from us, and have consumed us because of our iniquities.

But now, O LORD, You are our Father. We are the clay and You are our Potter. And we all are the work of Your Hands.

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