Great(i)
12 Therfore thus sayth the Lord: Thy brosinges are peryllous, & thy woundes ready to cast the in to sicknes.
13 Ther is no man to medle with thy cause, or to lay plaster vpon the, or to bynde vp thy woundes: there maye no man helpe the.
14 All thy louers haue forgotten the, and care nothynge for the. For I haue geuen the a cruell stroke, and chastened the roughly: and that for the multitude of thy mysdedes: for thy synnes haue had the ouer hande.