⁵ Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

⁷ For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.

⁵ O God, Thou -- Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.

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

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.

²² Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? For wherefore hath not the health of the daughter of my people gone up?