Meanwhile, right-living people die and no one gives them a thought. God-fearing people are carted off and no one even notices. The right-living people are out of their misery, they're finally at rest.
They lived well and with dignity and now they're finally at peace.
"But you, children of a witch, come here! Sons of a slut, daughters of a whore.
What business do you have taunting, sneering, and sticking out your tongue? Do you have any idea what wretches you've turned out to be? A race of rebels, a generation of liars.
You satisfy your lust any place you find some shade and fornicate at whim. You kill your children at any convenient spot - any cave or crevasse will do.
You take stones from the creek and set up your sex-and-religion shrines. You've chosen your fate. Your worship will be your doom.