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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.

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!

And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers -- as a city besieged.

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From the sole of your foot to the top of your head(A)
    there is no soundness(B)
only wounds and welts(C)
    and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged(D)
    or soothed with olive oil.(E)

Your country is desolate,(F)
    your cities burned with fire;(G)
your fields are being stripped by foreigners(H)
    right before you,
    laid waste as when overthrown by strangers.(I)
Daughter Zion(J) is left(K)
    like a shelter in a vineyard,
like a hut(L) in a cucumber field,
    like a city under siege.

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