for they are life to those who find them, and health to all their flesh.

Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it; only wounds and bruises and fresh stripes; they have not been closed nor bound up, nor has it been softened with oil.

For thus says Jehovah, Your break is incurable, and your wound is making you sick.

There is no one to plead your cause; for your wounds there are no healing medicines.

As for your birth, on the day you were born your navel cord was not cut, nor were you washed in water to cleanse you; you were not rubbed with salt nor wrapped in swaddling cloths.

No eye pitied you, to do any of these things for you, to have compassion on you; but you were thrown out into the open field, for you yourself were loathed on the day you were born.

his pails are full of milk, and the marrow of his bones is moist.