6 From the sole of the foot, to the head, there is no soundness in it — wounds and bruises and open sores; they have not been closed or bound up, or soothed with ointment.

7 Your land is laid waste, your cities are burned with fire, strangers devour your land in your presence. And it is laid waste, as overthrown by strangers.

8 And the daughter of Tsiyon is left as a booth in a vineyard, as a hut in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.