You are all fair, my love, and there is no spot in you. 

The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faints. From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it, but wounds and bruises and putrefying sores; they have not been closed or bound up, or soothed with ointment. § We are all like an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are like filthy rags. § I know that in me (that is, in my flesh) nothing good dwells.

You were washed … you were sanctified … you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. § The royal daughter is all glorious within. § “Your beauty … was perfect through My splendor which I had bestowed on you,” says the Lord God.

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

These are the ones who … 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. § You are complete in Him.

Song 4:7;  Isa. 1:5,6;   Isa. 64:6;  Rom. 7:18;  1 Cor. 6:11;  Ps. 45:13;  Ezek. 16:14;  Ps. 90:17;  Rev. 7:14;  Eph. 5:27;  Col. 2:10

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