^{5 Ref} Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostacy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart `is' sick.

^{6 Ref} From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

^{7 Ref} Your land `is' a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!