6 From the foot to the head there is no soundness. Wounds, bruises and raw sores: not pressed, nor bandaged, nor softened with oil.

7 Your land is desolate; your cities are burned with fire; your fields, strangers devour it in your presence — a desolation, overthrown by strangers.

8 So the Daughter of Zion is left as a sukkah in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.