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For what shall I strike you any more, you that increase transgression? the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is sad.

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.

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.

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Why should you be beaten(A) anymore?
    Why do you persist(B) in rebellion?(C)
Your whole head is injured,
    your whole heart(D) afflicted.(E)
From the sole of your foot to the top of your head(F)
    there is no soundness(G)
only wounds and welts(H)
    and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged(I)
    or soothed with olive oil.(J)

Your country is desolate,(K)
    your cities burned with fire;(L)
your fields are being stripped by foreigners(M)
    right before you,
    laid waste as when overthrown by strangers.(N)

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