^{5 Ref} Why should you be beaten more, That you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint.

^{6 Ref} From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: Wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven't been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.

^{7 Ref} Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, And it is desolate, As overthrown by strangers.