Isaiah 1:6-8

⁶From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it; It is all bruises, and stripes, and flesh wounds, Neither pressed, nor bound up, nor softened with ointment.

⁷Your country is desolate; Your cities are burnt with fire; Your ground, strangers devour it before your eyes; It is become desolate, destroyed by an enemy.

⁸And the daughter of Zion is left as a shed in a vineyard, As a hut in a garden of cucumbers, As a besieged city.