Righteous people die, and no one cares. Loyal people are taken away, and no one understands. Righteous people are spared when evil comes.
When peace comes, everyone who has lived honestly will rest on his own bed.
But you--come here, you children of witches, you descendants of adulterers and prostitutes!
Whom are you making fun of? Whom are you making a face at? Whom are you sticking out your tongue at? Aren't you rebellious children, descendants of liars?
You burn with lust under oak trees and under every large tree. You slaughter children in the valleys and under the cracks in the rocks.
Your idols are among the smooth stones in the ravine. They are your destiny. You have given them wine offerings and sacrificed grain offerings to them. Do you think I am pleased with all this?