6. From the sole of the foot even to the head There is nothing sound in it, Only bruises, welts and raw wounds, Not pressed out or bandaged, Nor softened with oil.
7. Your land is desolate, Your cities are burned with fire, Your fields-strangers are devouring them in your presence; It is desolation, as overthrown by strangers.
8. The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a watchman's hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.
9. Unless the Lord of hosts Had left us a few survivors, We would be like Sodom, We would be like Gomorrah.