But if the disease has run its course and only the scars remain, he will say, “You are clean.”
Listen when anyone in Israel truly feels sorry and sincerely prays with arms lifted towards your temple.
Who am I to answer you?
That's why I hate myself and sit here in dust and ashes to show my sorrow.
We are unfit to worship you; each of our good deeds is merely a filthy rag. We dry up like leaves; our sins are storm winds sweeping us away.
he will say, “This is leprosy. You are unclean and must stay away from everyone else.”
We know that the Law is spiritual. But I am merely a human, and I have been sold as a slave to sin.