Where will you be stricken again,
As you (A)continue in your rebellion?
The whole head is (B)sick
And the whole heart is faint.
(C)From the sole of the foot even to the head
There is (D)nothing sound in it,
Only bruises, welts and raw wounds,
(E)Not pressed out or bandaged,
Nor softened with oil.

Your (F)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.

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