The righteous man perishes, And no one takes it to heart; And godly men are being swept away, While no one considers That the righteous man is being swept away from evil.

He enters into peace; They rest in their beds, Each who walks uprightly.

But draw near here, You children of a sorceress, You seed of an adulterer and of her who prostitutes herself.

Whom are you mocking, And against whom are you opening your mouth wide And sticking out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, A seed of falsehood,

Who inflame yourselves among the terebinths, Under every flourishing tree, Who slaughter the children in the valleys Under the clefts of the rocks?

Among the smooth stones of the valley is your portion, They, yes, they are your lot. Indeed, to them you have poured out a drink offering, You have offered a meal offering. Shall I ease Myself of these?

Upon a high and lofty mountain You have set your bed. Indeed, you went up there To offer sacrifice.

And behind the door and doorpost You have put your reminder. For apart from Me, you have uncovered yourself and gone up; You have extended your bed; And you have made an agreement for yourself with them; You loved their bed; you saw their nakedness.

And you went to the king with oil, And you increased your perfumes; You sent your envoys far away And debased yourself even as far as Sheol.

You were wearied with the length of your way, Yet you did not say, It is hopeless; You found the renewing of your strength, Therefore you did not weaken.

And whom have you been worried about and feared, That you have lied and not remembered Me, Nor taken it to heart? Was I not silent, and that for a long time, Yet you did not fear Me?

I will declare your righteousness And your works, Yet they will not profit you.

When you cry out, let your heaps of idols deliver you. But the wind will carry them all away; A breath will take them away. But he who takes refuge in Me will inherit the land And possess My holy mountain.

And it will be said, Cast up, cast up; prepare the way; Take up the obstacle out of the way of My people.

For thus says the high and exalted One, Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I will dwell in the high and holy place, And with the contrite and lowly of spirit, To revive the spirit of the lowly And to revive the heart of the contrite.

For I will not contend forever, Nor will I always be angry; For the spirit would faint before Me, And the souls which I have made.

Because of the iniquity of his unjust gain I was angry, And I struck him; I hid Myself and was angry; And he went on, turning away in the way of his heart.

I have seen his ways And will heal him; And I will lead him and restore comfort to him And to his mourning ones,

Creating the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace to him who is far off and to him who is near, Says Jehovah; and I will heal him.

But the wicked are like the tossed sea, For it cannot be calm, And its waters toss up mire and mud.

There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.