The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faints The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faints Why should you be stricken again? You will revolt more and more. From the sole of the foot even to the head, There is no soundness in it, But wounds and bruises and putrefying sores; They have not been closed or bound up, Or soothed with ointment. Your country is desolate, Your cities are burned with fire; Strangers devour your land in your presence; And it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers. So the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, As a hut in a garden of cucumbers, As a besieged city. Unless the LORD of hosts Had left to us a very small remnant, We would have become like Sodom, We would have been made like Gomorrah. a. Why should you be stricken again?閱讀全文 “The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faints”
