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For all of us have become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteousness is like a filthy garment,
and all of us wither like a leaf,
and our iniquities carry us away, like the wind.
No one calls on Your Name,
or 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, Adonai, You are our Father.
We are the clay and You are our potter,
We are all the work of Your hand.

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