Translations
As a fountain casteth out her waters, so she casteth out her wickedness: violence and spoil is heard in her; before me continually is grief and wounds.
As a cistern keeps its waters cool, so she keeps her evil ever fresh; violence and ruin echo through her—sickness and wounds are always before My face.
Like a well that never runs dry, she wells up wickedness without end; violence and destruction echo through her streets—sickness and wounds are continually before My eyes.
As a well gushes its water, so she pours out her evil. Violence and destruction resound in her; sickness and wounds are ever before Me.

