Isaiah 1:6-8

6From the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness— only wounds and welts and open sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed with olive oil.

7Your country is desolate, your cities burned with fire; your fields are being stripped by foreigners right before you, laid waste as when overthrown by strangers.

8Daughter Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a city under siege.