Isaiah 57
1The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: 1 And merciful men are taken away, none considering 1 That the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. 1
2He shall enter into peace: 1 They shall rest in their beds, 1 Each one walking in his uprightness. 1
3But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress, 1 The seed of the adulterer and the whore. 1
4Against whom do ye sport yourselves? 1 Against whom make ye a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue? 1 Are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood, 1
5Inflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree, 1 Slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks? 1
6Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion; 1 They, they are thy lot: 1 Even to them hast thou poured a drink offering, 1 Thou hast offered a meat offering. 1 Should I receive comfort in these? 1
7Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed: 1 Even thither wentest thou up to offer sacrifice. 1
8Behind the doors also and the posts hast thou set up thy remembrance: 1 For thou hast discovered thyself to another than me, and art gone up; 1 Thou hast enlarged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them; 1 Thou lovedst their bed where thou sawest it. 1
9And thou wentest to the king with ointment, 1 And didst increase thy perfumes, 1 And didst send thy messengers far off, 1 And didst debase thyself even unto hell. 1
10Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way; 1 Yet saidst thou not, There is no hope: 1 Thou hast found the life of thine hand; 1 Therefore thou wast not grieved. 1
11And of whom hast thou been afraid or feared, that thou hast lied, 1 And hast not remembered me, nor laid it to thy heart? 1 Have not I held my peace even of old, 1 And thou fearest me not? 1
12I will declare thy righteousness, 1 And thy works; for they shall not profit thee. 1
13When thou criest, let thy companies deliver thee; 1 But the wind shall carry them all away; vanity shall take them: 1 But he that putteth his trust in me shall possess the land, 1 And shall inherit my holy mountain; 1
14And shall say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way, 1 Take up the stumblingblock out of the way of my people. 1
15For thus saith the high and lofty One 1 That inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; 1 I dwell in the high and holy place, 1 With him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, 1 To revive the spirit of the humble, 1 And to revive the heart of the contrite ones. 1
16For I will not contend for ever, 1 Neither will I be always wroth: 1 For the spirit should fail before me, 1 And the souls which I have made. 1
17For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him: 1 I hid me, and was wroth, 1 And he went on frowardly in the way of his heart. 1
18I have seen his ways, and will heal him: 1 I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners. 1
19I create the fruit of the lips; 1 Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the Lord; 1 And I will heal him. 1
20But the wicked are like the troubled sea, 1 When it cannot rest, 1 Whose waters cast up mire and dirt. 1
21There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.