Isaiah 1:5-9

5Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep on rebelling? The whole head is hurt, and the whole heart is sick.

6From the sole of the foot even to the head, no spot is uninjured  — wounds, welts, and festering sores not cleansed, bandaged, or soothed with oil.

7Your land is desolate, your cities burned down; foreigners devour your fields right in front of you — a desolation, like a place demolished by foreigners.

8Daughter Zion is abandoned like a shelter in a vineyard, like a shack in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.

9If the Lord of Armies had not left us a few survivors, we would be like Sodom, we would resemble Gomorrah.