brand for brand, wound for wound, - stripe for stripe.

And, when, any man, inflicteth a blemish upon his neighbour, as he hath done, so, shall it be done to him:

fracture for fracture, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, as he inflicteth a blemish upon a human being, so, shall one be inflicted upon him.

When a man delivereth unto his neighbour, an ass, or an ox or a sheep, or any beast, to keep, - and it dieth or is fractured, or is driven away, no one beholding,

From the sole of the foot even unto the head, there is in it no soundness, Bruise and stripe and newly-made wound, - They have not been pressed out, nor bound up, nor soothed with oil.

Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

And Abimelech chased him, and he fled before him, - and there fell a multitude of slain as far as the entering of the gate.

Then will one say unto him, What are these wounds between thy hands? And he will say, Wherewith I was wounded in the house of them who loved me.

My wounds are of bad odour - they have festered, by reason of my folly:

For Thus, saith Yahweh - incurable is thine injury, - Grievous is thy wound:

No lessening of thine injury, grievous is thy wound, - all who have heard the report of thee, have clapped their hands over thee, for, upon whom, hath not thy cruelty passed without ceasing?

Woe to me! for my grievous injury, Severe, is my wound, - But, I, said, Verily, this, is an affliction and I must bear it:

Thus saith My Lord. Yahweh, to Tyre: Shall it not be that. At the sound of thy fall. With the groan of thy pierced one. With the slaughter made in thy midst, The Coastlands shall tremble?

Come, and let us return unto Yahweh! for, he, hath torn, that he might heal us, - smitten, that he might bind us up.

See, now, that, I, I, am, he that is, And there are no gods with me, - I, kill - and make alive, I wound and, I, heal, And there is none who, from my hand, can deliver,

For, he, woundeth that he may bind up, He smiteth through, that, his own hands, may heal.

All thy lovers, have forgotten thee, Thyself, do they not seek, - For With the wounding of an enemy, have I wounded thee With the correction of one who is cruel, Because of the abounding of thine iniquity, Because numerous have been thy sins.

For, with a tempest, would he fall upon me, and would multiply my wounds without need;

But, in very deed, put forth, I pray thee, thy hand, and smite all that he hath, - verily, unto thy face, will he curse thee.

In very deed, put forth, I pray thee thy hand, and smite unto his bone, and unto his flesh, - verily, unto thy face, will he curse thee.

To their mothers, they keep saying, Where are corn and wine? Swooning off, like one thrust through, in the broadways of the city, pouring out their life into the bosom of their mothers.

Smiting and shame, shall he find, and, his reproach, shall not be wiped out;

Who hath woe? Who hath outcry of pain? Who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? Who hath needless wounds? Who hath dullness of eyes? They who tarry over wine, they who go in to search for mixed wine.

He that removeth stones, may be hurt therewith, - and he that cleaveth wood, may be endangered thereby.

As an archer who woundeth every thing, so one who hireth a dullard, and a drunkard crossing the sea.

Blows that out in, cleanse away wickedness, and, smitings, enter the chambers of the inner man.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but lavished are the kisses of an enemy.