Alas, sinful nation,
A people [a]laden with iniquity,
(A)A [b]brood of evildoers,
Children who are corrupters!
They have forsaken the Lord,
They have provoked to anger
The Holy One of Israel,
They have turned away backward.

(B)Why should you be stricken again?
You will revolt more and more.
The whole head is sick,
And the whole heart faints.
From the sole of the foot even to the head,
There is no soundness in it,
But wounds and bruises and putrefying sores;
They have not been closed or bound up,
Or soothed with ointment.

(C)Your country is desolate,
Your cities are burned with fire;
Strangers devour your land in your presence;
And it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 1:4 Lit. heavy, weighed down
  2. Isaiah 1:4 offspring, seed

Woe to the sinful nation,
    a people whose guilt is great,(A)
a brood of evildoers,(B)
    children given to corruption!(C)
They have forsaken(D) the Lord;
    they have spurned the Holy One(E) of Israel
    and turned their backs(F) on him.

Why should you be beaten(G) anymore?
    Why do you persist(H) in rebellion?(I)
Your whole head is injured,
    your whole heart(J) afflicted.(K)
From the sole of your foot to the top of your head(L)
    there is no soundness(M)
only wounds and welts(N)
    and open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged(O)
    or soothed with olive oil.(P)

Your country is desolate,(Q)
    your cities burned with fire;(R)
your fields are being stripped by foreigners(S)
    right before you,
    laid waste as when overthrown by strangers.(T)

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Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the Lord, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

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