5Why do you want more beatings?
Why do you keep rebelling?
Your head has a massive wound,
and your whole heart is afflicted.
6From the sole of your foot to the top of your head,
there is no soundness —
only wounds and welts and festering sores
neither cleansed nor bandaged nor soothed with oil.
7Your land is desolate;
your cities are burned with fire.
Foreigners devour your fields before you —
a desolation demolished by strangers.
— Isaiah 1:5-7