Isaiah 57

¹The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart:

²He shall enter into peace:

³But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress,

⁴Against whom do ye sport yourselves?

⁵Inflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree,

⁶Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion;

⁷Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed:

⁸Behind the doors also and the posts hast thou set up thy remembrance:

⁹And thou wentest to the king with ointment,

¹⁰Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way;

¹¹And of whom hast thou been afraid or feared, that thou hast lied,

¹²I will declare thy righteousness,

¹³When thou criest, let thy companies deliver thee;

¹⁴And shall say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way,

¹⁵For thus saith the high and lofty One

¹⁶For I will not contend for ever,

¹⁷For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him:

¹⁸I have seen his ways, and will heal him:

¹⁹I create the fruit of the lips;

²⁰But the wicked are like the troubled sea,

²¹There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.