¹ The righteous one perishes, and no one lays it to heart, and merciful men are taken away; no one cares that the righteous is taken away from the face of evil. ² He shall enter into peace; they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.

³ But draw near here, sons of the sorceress, seed of the adulterer and the harlot. ⁴ Of whom are you making sport? Against whom do you make a wide mouth and draw out the tongue? Are you not children of transgression, a lying seed, ⁵ being inflamed with idols under every green tree, killing the little sons in the valleys under the clefts of the rocks? ⁶ Among the smooth stones of the stream is your portion; they, even they, are your lot; even to them you have poured a drink offering, you have offered a food offering. Should I be consoled over these? ⁷ On a lofty and high mountain you have set your bed; even there you went up to offer sacrifice. ⁸ Also behind the door and the post you have set up your image; for you uncovered yourself and went up from Me. You spread your bed and cut a covenant with them; you loved their bed where you looked. ⁹ And you went to the king with ointment, and increased your perfumes, and sent your messengers far off, and lowered yourself even to hell. ¹⁰ You are wearied in the length of your way; you did not say, Despair! You found life in your hand; so you were not weak. ¹¹ And of whom have you been afraid or feared, that you have lied and have not remembered Me, nor laid it to your heart? Have I not been silent, even from forever, and you did not fear Me? ¹² I will declare your righteousness, and your works; for they shall not do you any good. ¹³ When you cry, let your gathering deliver you; but the wind shall carry them all away. Vanity shall take them; but he who puts his trust in Me shall possess the land, and shall inherit My holy mountain.