5. For what shall I strike you any more, you that increase transgression? the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is sad.
6. From the sole of the foot unto the top of the head, there is no soundness therein: wounds and bruises and swelling sores: they are not bound up, nor dressed, nor fomented with oil.
7. Your land is desolate, your cities are burnt with fire: your country strangers devour before your face, and it shall be desolate as when wasted by enemies.
8. And the daughter of Sion shall be left as a covert in a vineyard, and as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, and as a city that is laid waste.
9. Except the Lord of hosts had left us seed, we had been as Sodom, and we should have been like to Gomorrha.