From the sole of your foot to the top of your head
    there is no soundness –
only wounds and bruises
    and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged
    or soothed with oil.

Your country is desolate,
    your cities burned with fire;
your fields are being stripped by foreigners
    right before you,
    laid waste as when overthrown by strangers.
Daughter Zion is left
    like a shelter in a vineyard,
like a hut in a cucumber field,
    like a city under siege.

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From the sole of your foot to the top of your head(A)
    there is no soundness(B)
only wounds and welts(C)
    and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged(D)
    or soothed with olive oil.(E)

Your country is desolate,(F)
    your cities burned with fire;(G)
your fields are being stripped by foreigners(H)
    right before you,
    laid waste as when overthrown by strangers.(I)
Daughter Zion(J) is left(K)
    like a shelter in a vineyard,
like a hut(L) in a cucumber field,
    like a city under siege.

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