Isaiah 57

The righteous perish,

He enters into peace.

“But draw near here, you sons of a sorceress,

Whom do you mock?

you who inflame yourselves among the oaks,

Among the smooth stones of the valley is your portion.

On a high and lofty mountain you have set your bed.

You have set up your memorial behind the doors and the posts,

You went to the king with oil,

You were wearied with the length of your ways;

“Whom have you dreaded and feared,

I will declare your righteousness;

When you cry,

He will say, “Build up, build up, prepare the way!

For the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity,

For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry;

I was angry because of the iniquity of his covetousness and struck him.

I have seen his ways, and will heal him.

I create the fruit of the lips:

But the wicked are like the troubled sea;

“There is no peace”, says my God,