⁸ Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.

²⁴ His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

³ Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.

²² For life they `are' to those finding them, And to all their flesh healing.

²⁴ Sayings of pleasantness `are' a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.

⁶ 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.

¹² For thus said Jehovah: Incurable is thy breach, grievous thy stroke,

¹³ There is none judging thy cause to bind up, Healing medicines there are none for thee.

⁴ As to thy nativity, in the day thou wast born, Thou -- thy navel hath not been cut, And in water thou wast not washed for ease, And thou hast not been salted at all, And thou hast not been swaddled at all.

⁵ No eye hath had pity on thee, to do to thee any of these, To have compassion on thee, And thou art cast on the face of the field, With loathing of thy person. In the day thou hast been born -- thou!