פֶּ֫צַע

Then Lamech said to his wives: “Adah and Zillah, hear my voice; wives of Lamech, listen to my speech. For I have slain a man for wounding me, a young man for striking me.

…burn for burn, wound for wound, and stripe for stripe.

For He would crush me with a tempest and multiply my wounds without cause.

Lashes and wounds scour evil, and beatings cleanse the inmost parts.

Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has complaints? Who has needless wounds? Who has bloodshot eyes?

The wounds of a friend are faithful, but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.

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.