You will sprinkle me with hyssop, and I will be cleansed. You will wash me, and I will be made whiter than snow.
And when he came in to see me, he was speaking emptiness. His heart gathered iniquity to itself. He went outside, and he was speaking in the same way.
Neither is he served by the hands of men, as if in need of anything, since it is he who gives to all things life and breath and all else.