Each of us has become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all wither like a leaf, and our iniquities carry us away like the wind.
I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my flesh; for I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry
What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?
And you were dead in your trespasses and sins,
You say, ‘I am rich; I have grown wealthy and need nothing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor
Now Joshua was dressed in filthy garments as he stood before the angel.
We all like sheep have gone astray, each one has turned to his own way; and the LORD has laid upon Him the iniquity of u
My ears had heard of You, but now my eyes have seen You.
For at one time we too were foolish, disobedient, misled, and enslaved to all sorts of desires and pleasures—living in m
Who can bring out clean from unclean? No one!
How then can a man be just before God? How can one born of woman be pure?
and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righte
Listen to Me, you stubborn people, far removed from righteousness:
Surely I was brought forth in iniquity; I was sinful when my mother conceived me.
You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—
Then I said: “Woe is me, for I am ruined, because I am a man of unclean lips dwelling among a people of unclean lips; fo
I will expose your righteousness and your works, and they will not profit you.
What is man, that he should be pure, or one born of woman, that he should be righteous?
Then one of the elders addressed me: “These in white robes,” he asked, “who are they, and where have they come from?”
“Behold, I am insignificant. How can I reply to You? I place my hand over my mouth.
A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flow
“Listen to this, O house of Jacob, you who are called by the name of Israel, who have descended from the line of Judah,
For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,
The whirlwind has wrapped them in its wings, and their sacrifices will bring them shame.
Not so the wicked! For they are like chaff driven off by the wind.
At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem, “A searing wind from the barren heights in the desert blow
But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.
“This is Wickedness,” he said. And he shoved her down into the basket, pushing down the lead cover over its opening.