If I wash myself with snow water, and cleanse my hands with soap,

yet You will plunge me into the pit, and my own clothes would abhor me.

For My eyes are on all their ways; they are not hidden from My face, nor is their iniquity hidden from My eyes.

The sin of Judah is written with an iron stylus; it is engraved on the tablet of the heart and on the horns of Your altar with the point of a diamond;

Is this not laid up in store with Me, sealed up among My treasures?

My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and You cover my iniquity.

You have set our iniquities before You, our secrets in the light of Your countenance.

If You, YAH, should keep remembering iniquities, O Lord, who could stand?

The iniquity of Ephraim is bound up; his sin is treasured up.

Jehovah has sworn by the Pride of Jacob, Surely I will never forget any of their works.