For my loins are full of burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep on rebelling? The whole head is hurt, and the whole heart is sick.
From the sole of the foot even to the head, no spot is uninjured-- wounds, welts, and festering sores not cleansed, bandaged, or soothed with oil.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? So why has the healing of my dear people not come about?