57 The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart:
and merciful men are taken away,
none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come.
² He shall enter into peace:
they shall rest in their beds,
each one walking in his uprightness.

³ But draw near hither, ye sons of the sorceress,
the seed of the adulterer and the whore.
⁴ Against whom do ye sport yourselves?
against whom make ye a wide mouth, and draw out the tongue?
are ye not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood,
⁵ enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree,
slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks?
⁶ Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion;
they, they are thy lot:
even to them hast thou poured a drink offering,
thou hast offered a meat offering.
Should I receive comfort in these?
⁷ Upon a lofty and high mountain hast thou set thy bed:
even thither wentest thou up to offer sacrifice.
⁸ Behind the doors also and the posts hast thou set up thy remembrance:
for thou hast discovered thyself to another than me, and art gone up;
thou hast enlarged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them;
thou lovedst their bed where thou sawest it.
⁹ And thou wentest to the king with ointment,
and didst increase thy perfumes,
and didst send thy messengers far off,
and didst debase thyself even unto hell.
¹⁰ Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way;
yet saidst thou not, There is no hope:
thou hast found the life of thine hand;
therefore thou wast not grieved.
¹¹ And of whom hast thou been afraid or feared,
that thou hast lied, and hast not remembered me,
nor laid it to thy heart?
have not I held my peace even of old,
and thou fearest me not?
¹² I will declare thy righteousness,
and thy works; for they shall not profit thee.

¹³ When thou criest, let thy companies deliver thee;
but the wind shall carry them all away; vanity shall take them:
but he that putteth his trust in me shall possess the land,
and shall inherit my holy mountain;
¹⁴ and shall say, Cast ye up, cast ye up, prepare the way,
take up the stumblingblock out of the way of my people.
¹⁵ For thus saith the high and lofty One
that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy;
I dwell in the high and holy place,
with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit,
to revive the spirit of the humble,
and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
¹⁶ For I will not contend for ever,
neither will I be always wroth:
for the spirit should fail before me,
and the souls which I have made.
¹⁷ For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth, and smote him:
I hid me, and was wroth,
and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
¹⁸ I have seen his ways, and will heal him:
I will lead him also,
and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners.
¹⁹ I create the fruit of the lips;
Peace, peace to him that is far off,
and to him that is near, saith the Lord;
and I will heal him.
²⁰ But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest,
whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
²¹ There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.