Sores

From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and festering sores neither cleansed nor bandaged nor soothed with oil.

…the Lord will bring sores on the heads of the daughters of Zion, and the LORD will make their foreheads bare.”

There is no one to plead your cause, no remedy for your sores, no recovery for you.

And a beggar named Lazarus lay at his gate, covered with sores

…and longing to be fed with the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.

So the first angel went and poured out his bowl on the earth, and loathsome, malignant sores broke out on those who had the mark of the beast and worshiped its image.

…and curse the God of heaven for their pains and sores. Yet they did not repent of their deeds.