Isaiah 1:5-9

Where will you be stricken again, As you continue in your rebellion? The entire head is sick And the entire heart is faint.

From the sole of the foot even to the head There is nothing healthy in it, Only bruises, slashes, and raw wounds; Not pressed out nor bandaged, Nor softened with oil.

Your land is desolate, Your cities are burned with fire; As for your fields, strangers are devouring them in front of you; It is desolation, as overthrown by strangers.

The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a watchman’s hut in a cucumber field, like a city under watch.

If the Lord of armies Had not left us a few survivors, We would be like Sodom, We would be like Gomorrah. God Has Had Enough