³² For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah: their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter:

²¹ Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

⁶ Should I lie against my right? my wound is incurable without transgression.

¹⁸ Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?

¹² For thus saith the Lord, Thy bruise is incurable, and thy wound is grievous.