A wounded land and a remnant

5Why should you be struck again? You continue in rebellion. The whole head is sick, and the whole heart is faint.

6From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it—only wounds and bruises and fresh blows; they have not been pressed out, or bandaged, or softened with oil.

7Your land is a desolation; your cities are burned with fire. Your soil—before your very eyes—strangers are devouring it, and it is a desolation, like an overthrow by strangers.

8And daughter Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.

9If Yahweh of hosts had not left us a very small remnant, we would have become like Sodom; we would have resembled Gomorrah.