פֶּצַע

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.

For he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.

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

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.