For they are life to those that find them, and health to all [their] flesh.

Good words are [like] honeycombs, and the sweetness thereof is a healing of the soul.

He heals the brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds.

From the feet to the head, there is no soundness in them; neither wound, nor bruise, nor festering ulcer [are healed]; it is not possible to apply a plaister, nor oil, nor bandages.

Thus says the Lord: I have brought on [you] destruction. Your stroke is painful.

There is none to judge your cause; you have been painfully treated for healing, there is no help for you.

And [as for] your birth in the day in which you were born, you did not bind your breasts, and you were not washed in water, neither were you salted with salt, neither were you swathed in swaddling-bands.

Nor did My eye pity you, to do for you one of all these things, to feel at all for you; but you were cast out on the face of the field, because of the deformity of your person, in the day in which you were born.

and his inwards are full of fat, and his marrow is diffused [throughout him].