Even if you scour it with lye, and use much soap, The stain of your guilt is still before me, oracle of the Lord God.
The sin of Judah is written with an iron stylus, Engraved with a diamond point upon the tablets of their hearts, And the horns of their altars,
My misdeeds would be sealed up in a pouch, and you would cover over my guilt.
The guilt of Ephraim is wrapped up, his sin is stored away.
For my eyes are upon all their ways; they are not hidden from me, nor does their guilt escape my sight.
If you, Lord, keep account of sins, Lord, who can stand?
The Lord has sworn by the pride of Jacob: Never will I forget a thing they have done!
You have kept our faults before you, our hidden sins in the light of your face.
Is not this stored up with me, sealed up in my storehouses?
Cleanse your heart of evil, Jerusalem, that you may be saved. How long will you entertain wicked schemes?
Then David said to Uriah, “Stay here today also, and tomorrow I will send you back.” So Uriah stayed in Jerusalem that day. On the following day,
Therefore thus says the Lord God: Woe to the city full of blood! A pot containing filth, whose filth cannot be removed! Take out its pieces one by one, for no lot has fallen on their behalf.