Medicine

“A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.”

“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.”

“Now Isaiah had said, “Prepare a lump of pressed figs and apply it to the boil, and he will recover.””

“Is there no balm in Gilead? Is no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?”

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

“Go up to Gilead for balm, O Virgin Daughter of Egypt! In vain you try many remedies, but for you there is no healing.”

“Suddenly Babylon has fallen and been shattered. Wail for her; get her balm for her pain; perhaps she can be healed.”

““We tried to heal Babylon, but she could not be healed. Abandon her! Let each of us go to his own land, for her judgment extends to the sky and reaches to the clouds.””