The righteous person perishes, and no one takes it to heart. Loyal people are gathered together, and no one understands that because of evil the righteous one passed away.
They will find peace; those who walk in straight paths will find rest on their burial beds.
Come here, you children of sorcery, offspring of adultery and prostitution!
Whom are you mocking? Against whom do you open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue? Aren't you children of rebellion, offspring of lies,
who console yourselves with idols under every green tree, who slaughter children in the valleys, under the rocky cliffs?
You belong with the smooth talkersa in the valley; they, they are your lot. For them you poured out a drink offering, and presented a grain offering. Should I condone these things?
On a very high mountain you made your bed. You went up there to offer a sacrifice.