⁵ My wounds^(A) fester and are loathsome^(B)
    because of my sinful folly.^(C)

⁵ 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)
6 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)

²² Is there no balm in Gilead?^(A)
    Is there no physician^(B) there?
Why then is there no healing^(C)
    for the wound of my people?

⁵ You, God, know my folly;^(A)
    my guilt is not hidden from you.^(B)

⁷ My back is filled with searing pain;^(A)
    there is no health^(B) in my body.

³ When I kept silent,^(A)
    my bones wasted away^(B)
    through my groaning^(C) all day long.