Good people die, and no one understands or even cares. But when they die, no calamity can hurt them.
Those who live good lives find peace and rest in death.
Come here to be judged, you sinners! You are no better than sorcerers, adulterers, and prostitutes.
Who are you making fun of? Who are you liars jeering at?
You worship the fertility gods by having sex under those sacred trees of yours. You offer your children as sacrifices in the rocky caves near stream beds.
You take smooth stones from there and worship them as gods. You pour out wine as offerings to them and bring them grain offerings. Do you think I am pleased with all this?
You go to the high mountains to offer sacrifices and have sex.