TSK · Isaiah 1:6

¶ So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

[There is] no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither [is there any] rest in my bones because of my sin.

As a fountain casteth out her waters, so she casteth out her wickedness: violence and spoil is heard in her; before me continually [is] grief and wounds.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

For thus saith the LORD, Thy bruise [is] incurable, [and] thy wound [is] grievous.

Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth.

[There is] no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

But when Jesus heard [that], he said unto them, ‹They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.›

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