So Satan left the LORD's presence and infected Job with incurable boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

Then Job took a piece of broken pottery to scrape himself while he sat among the ashes.

But a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, was left at his gate.

He longed to be filled with what fell from the rich man's table, but instead the dogs would come and lick his sores.

When there is famine on the earth, when there is pestilence, when there is blight, mildew, locust, or grasshopper, when their enemies besiege them in the region of their fortified cities, [when there is] any plague or illness,

whatever prayer or petition anyone from your people Israel might have-- each man knowing his own affliction and suffering, and spreading out his hands toward this temple--

In my day of trouble I sought the Lord. My hands were lifted up all night long; I refused to be comforted.

They have treated My people's brokenness superficially, claiming: Peace, peace, when there is no peace.

For this is what the LORD says: Your injury is incurable; your wound most severe.

There is no remedy for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news about you will clap their hands because of you, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?

For He crushes but also binds up; He strikes, but His hands also heal.

There is no soundness in my body because of Your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.

My wounds are foul and festering because of my foolishness.

They have treated My people's brokenness superficially, claiming: Peace, peace, when there is no peace.

I am broken by the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn; horror has taken hold of me.

Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? So why has the healing of my dear people not come about?

Yet I will certainly bring health and healing to it and will indeed heal them. I will let them experience the abundance of peace and truth.

So I am like rot to Ephraim and like decay to the house of Judah.

When Ephraim saw his sickness and Judah his wound, Ephraim went to Assyria and sent [a delegation] to the great king. But he cannot cure you or heal your wound.

But for you who fear My name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings, and you will go out and playfully jump like calves from the stall.

But when He heard this, He said, "Those who are well don't need a doctor, but the sick do.

He went over to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.