Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Isaiah 64

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From ancient times, no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any god but you who acts on behalf of those who wait for him!

But now, LORD, you are our father. We are the clay, and you are our potter. All of us are the work of your hand.

We have all become like the unclean; all our righteous deeds are like a menstrual rag. All of us wither like a leaf; our sins, like the wind, carry us away.