So Satan went out from the presence of Jehovah, and struck Job with malignant inflammation from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

And he took a potsherd with which to scrape himself; and he sat down in the middle of the ashes.

And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, full of sores, who was laid at his gate,

desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table. Moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.

When there is famine in the land, pestilence or blight or mildew, locusts or grasshoppers; when their enemies besiege them in the land of their cities; whatever the plague or whatever the sickness;

whatever prayer or supplication is made by anyone, or by all Your people Israel, when each one knows his own plague and his own grief, and has spread out his hands to this house:

In the day of my distress I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing; my soul refused to be comforted.

They have also healed the ruin of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

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

There is no healing for your fracture; your wound is severe. All who hear the report of you shall clap their hands over you, for on whom has your wickedness not passed continually?

For He bruises, but He binds up; He shatters, but His hands heal.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger, nor peace within myself because of my sin.

My wounds have stunk and festered, because of my foolishness.

They have also healed the ruin of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace.

For the ruin of the daughter of my people I am broken; I am in gloom; horror has seized me.

Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the healing of the daughter of my people not come?

Behold, I will bring it health and healing, and I will heal them and will show them the abundance of peace and truth.

Therefore, I will be to Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.

When Ephraim saw his sickness, and Judah his wound, then Ephraim went to Assyria, and sent to King Jareb. Yet he could not heal you, nor did he cure you of your wound.

But to you who fear My name, the Sun of Righteousness shall rise up, with healing on His wings. And you shall go out and frisk like calves of the stall.

But when Jesus heard it, He said to them, Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick.

So he went to him and bound up his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.