TSK · Isaiah 1:6

So went Satan foorth from the presence of the Lorde, and smote Iob with sore byles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne.

There is no helath in my flesh through thy displeasure: neither is there any rest in my bones by reason of my sinne.

Like as a conduite spouteth out waters, so she spouteth out her wickednesse: Robberie and vnrighteousnesse is hearde in her, sorowe and woundes are euer there in my sight.

I am sore vexed, because of the hurt of my people, I am heauie and abashed:

Therfore thus saith the Lorde, Thy brosinges are perilous, & thy woundes redy to cast thee into sicknesse.

Beholde saith the Lorde, I wyll repaire and heale their woundes, and make them whole: I wyll open them the large treasure of peace and trueth,

Thy wound shall not be healed, thy plague is great, all that heare of thee, clap their handes: For to whom hath not thy euil dealing pearsed continually?

But when Iesus hearde that, he sayde vnto them: They that be whole, nede not the phisition, but they that are sicke.

And there was a certayne begger, named Lazarus, which was layde at his gate full of sores: