Àwọn Ẹsẹ Bíbélì Tí Ọ̀pọ̀ Èèyàn Mọ Isaiah 64

Pín

From ancient times no one has heard, no one has listened to, no eye has seen any God except you who acts on behalf of the one who waits for him.

Yet LORD, you are our Father;  we are the clay, and you are our potter; we all are the work of your hands.

All of us have become like something unclean, and all our righteous acts are like a polluted   garment;  all of us wither like a leaf,  and our iniquities  carry us away like the wind.