The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags.

I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing.

Ye are washed, . . . ye are sanctified, . . . ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.

The King's daughter is all glorious within.

Perfect through my comeliness, which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord GOD.

Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us.

These are they which . . . have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.

A glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but . . . holy and without blemish.

Ye are complete in him.