6 aFrom the sole of the foot even to the head
There is bnothing sound in it,
Only bruises, wounds, and raw wounds,
cNot pressed out, not bandaged,
Not softened with oil.
7 Your aland is desolate;
Your cities are burned with fire;
Your fields—strangers are devouring them in your presence;
It is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
8 The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard,
Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.
9 aUnless Yahweh of hosts
Had left us a few bsurvivors,
We would be like cSodom,
We would be like Gomorrah.