7
Your land is desolate, your cities burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is made desolate, overthrown by strange nations.
5
Why should ye be smitten more, transgressing more and more? the whole head is pained, and the whole heart sad.
6
From the feet to the head, there is no soundness in them; neither wound, nor bruise, nor festering ulcer : it is not possible to apply a plaister, nor oil, nor bandages.
7
Your land is desolate, your cities burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is made desolate, overthrown by strange nations.
8
The daughter of Sion shall be deserted as a tent in a vineyard, and as a storehouse of fruits in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.
9
And if the Lord of Sabaoth had not left us a seed, we should have been as Sodom, and we should have been made like Gomorrha.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.