חַבּוּרָה

Burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.

And Lamech said unto his wives, Adah and Zillah, Hear my voice; ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech: for I have slain a man to my wounding, and a young man to my hurt.

From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

The blueness of a wound cleanseth away evil: so do stripes the inward parts of the belly.

My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.