The righteous perishes, And no man takes it to heart; Merciful men are taken away, While no one considers That the righteous is taken away from evil.
He shall enter into peace; They shall rest in their beds, Each one walking in his uprightness.
"But come here, You sons of the sorceress, You offspring of the adulterer and the harlot!
Whom do you ridicule? Against whom do you make a wide mouth And stick out the tongue? Are you not children of transgression, Offspring of falsehood,
Inflaming yourselves with gods under every green tree, Slaying the children in the valleys, Under the clefts of the rocks?
Among the smooth stones of the stream Is your portion; They, they, are your lot! Even to them you have poured a drink offering, You have offered a grain offering. Should I receive comfort in these?