But we are all like an unclean thing, And all our righteousnesses are like [b]filthy rags; We all fade as a leaf, And our iniquities, like the wind, Have taken us away.
Сего ради заблудихом и быхом яко нечисти вси мы, якоже порт нечистыя вся правда наша, и отпадохом яко листвие беззаконий ради наших: тако ветр восхитит нас.