You’re filthy. You’re grimy and grungy, so soiled and stained with sin that it’s hopeless and impossible for you to try and get clean. For you to wash yourself is a categorical impossibility. Under the divine gaze of the eternal Godhead, you stand guilty, and, under the righteous condemnation of his law, you’re culpable of every offense. “For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become accountable for all of it.” (Jas 2:10) In the iniquitous, wretched state of “out of Christ,” you exist in an incorrigible, incurable, irreversible position of hopelessness.