Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Isaiah 64

Падзяліцца

Since ancient times no one has heard or perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who intervenes for those who wait for him.

Yet, LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the product of your labor.

We are all like one who is unclean, all our so-called righteous acts are like a menstrual rag in your sight. We all wither like a leaf; our sins carry us away like the wind.