From the sole of the foot to the head there is no sound spot in it; Just bruise and welt and oozing wound, not drained, or bandaged, or eased with salve.
He approached the victim, poured oil and wine over his wounds and bandaged them. Then he lifted him up on his own animal, took him to an inn and cared for him.
There is no healing for your hurt, your wound is fatal. All who hear this news of you clap their hands over you; For who has not suffered under your endless malice?
The light of the moon will be like the light of the sun, and the light of the sun will be seven times greater, like the light of seven days, On the day the Lord binds up the wounds of his people and heals the bruises left by his blows.