⁶ 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)

¹⁴ They dress the wound of my people
    as though it were not serious.
‘Peace, peace,’ they say,
    when there is no peace.^(A)

⁵ My wounds^(E) fester and are loathsome^(F)
    because of my sinful folly.^(G)

¹⁹ Nothing can heal you;^(A)
    your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands^(B) at your fall,
for who has not felt
    your endless cruelty?^(C)

¹² I am like a moth^(A) to Ephraim,
    like rot^(B) to the people of Judah.

¹³ “When Ephraim^(C) saw his sickness,
    and Judah his sores,
then Ephraim turned to Assyria,^(D)
    and sent to the great king for help.^(E)
But he is not able to cure^(F) you,
    not able to heal your sores.^(G)