⁵ My wounds fester and stink
    because of my foolish sins.

⁵ Why do you continue to invite punishment?
    Must you rebel forever?
Your head is injured,
    and your heart is sick.
⁶ You are battered from head to foot—
    covered with bruises, welts, and infected wounds—
    without any soothing ointments or bandages.

²² Is there no medicine in Gilead?
    Is there no physician there?
Why is there no healing
    for the wounds of my people?

⁵ O God, you know how foolish I am;
    my sins cannot be hidden from you.

⁷ A raging fever burns within me,
    and my health is broken.

³ When I refused to confess my sin,
    my body wasted away,
    and I groaned all day long.