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Isaiah 1:6 - American Standard Version (1901)

6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and fresh stripes: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness or health in [the nation's body]–but wounds and bruises and fresh and bleeding stripes; they have not been pressed out and closed up or bound up or softened with oil. [No one has troubled to seek a remedy.]

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Common English Bible

6 From head to toe, none are well— only bruises, cuts, and raw wounds, not treated, not bandaged, not soothed with oil.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 From the sole of the foot, even to the top of the head, there is no soundness within. Wounds and bruises and swelling sores: these are not bandaged, nor treated with medicine, nor soothed with oil.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 From the sole of the foot unto the top of the head, there is no soundness therein: wounds and bruises and swelling sores: they are not bound up, nor dressed, nor fomented with oil.

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English Standard Version 2016

6 From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it, but bruises and sores and raw wounds; they are not pressed out or bound up or softened with oil.

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Isaiah 1:6
20 Tagairtí Cros  

Now in all Israel there was none to be so much praised as Absalom for his beauty: from the sole of his foot even to the crown of his head there was no blemish in him.


For he maketh sore, and bindeth up; He woundeth, and his hands make whole.


In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: My hand was stretched out in the night, and slacked not; My soul refused to be comforted.


Moreover the light of the moon shall be as the light of the sun, and the light of the sun shall be sevenfold, as the light of seven days, in the day that Jehovah bindeth up the hurt of his people, and healeth the stroke of their wound.


The heart is deceitful above all things, and it is exceedingly corrupt: who can know it?


For thus saith Jehovah, Thy hurt is incurable, and thy wound grievous.


Why criest thou for thy hurt? thy pain is incurable: for the greatness of thine iniquity, because thy sins were increased, I have done these things unto thee.


Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them; and I will reveal unto them abundance of peace and truth.


They have healed also the hurt of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.


As a well casteth forth its waters, so she casteth forth her wickedness: violence and destruction is heard in her; before me continually is sickness and wounds.


There is no assuaging of thy hurt; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?


But unto you that fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in its wings; and ye shall go forth, and gambol as calves of the stall.


But when he heard it, he said, They that are whole have no need of a physician, but they that are sick.


and came to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring on them oil and wine; and he set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.


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