Isaiah 1:6-8

61From the sole of the foot even to the head There is 2nothing sound in it, Only bruises, welts and raw wounds, 3Not pressed out or bandaged, Nor softened with oil.

7Your 4land is desolate, Your cities are burned with fire, Your fields--strangers are devouring them in your presence; It is desolation, as overthrown by strangers.8The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.