For we have all become like one who is unclean, and all our righteousness is like a polluted garment. We all fade like a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
and y’all pay special attention to one wearing fine clothes and y’all say, “You sit here in a good place,” but y’all tell the poor person, “You stand over there,” or “Sit by my footstool,”