| The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.1 – We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags.2 – I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing.3 |
| Ye are washed, … ye are sanctified, … ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.4 – The king’s daughter is all glorious within.5 – Perfect through my comeliness, which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord God.6 |
| Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us.7 |
| These are they which … have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.8 – A glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but … holy and without blemish.9 – Ye are complete in him.10 |
