Book of Isaiah, Chapter 57
Chapter 57 of Isaiah
and no one lays it to heart;
devout men are taken away,
while no one understands.
For the righteous man is taken away from calamity,
they rest in their beds
who walk in their uprightness.
sons of the sorceress,
offspring of the adulterer and the harlot.
Against whom do you open your mouth wide
and put out your tongue?
Are you not children of transgression,
the offspring of deceit,
under every green tree;
who slay your children in the valleys,
under the clefts of the rocks?
they, they, are your lot;
to them you have poured out a drink offering,
you have brought a cereal offering.
Shall I be appeased for these things?
you have set your bed,
and thither you went up to offer sacrifice.
you have set up your symbol;
for, deserting me, you have uncovered your bed,
you have gone up to it,
you have made it wide;
and you have made a bargain for yourself with them,
you have loved their bed,
you have looked on nakedness.[a]
and multiplied your perfumes;
you sent your envoys far off,
and sent down even to Sheol.
but you did not say, “It is hopeless”;
you found new life for your strength,
and so you were not faint.
so that you lied,
and did not remember me,
did not give me a thought?
Have I not held my peace, even for a long time,
and so you do not fear me?
but they will not help you.
The wind will carry them off,
a breath will take them away.
But he who takes refuge in me shall possess the land,
and shall inherit my holy mountain.
“Build up, build up, prepare the way,
remove every obstruction from my people’s way.”
who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy:
“I dwell in the high and holy place,
and also with him who is of a contrite and humble spirit,
to revive the spirit of the humble,
and to revive the heart of the contrite.
nor will I always be angry;
for from me proceeds the spirit,
and I have made the breath of life.
I smote him, I hid my face and was angry;
but he went on backsliding in the way of his own heart.
I will lead him and requite him with comfort,
creating for his mourners the fruit of the lips.
and I will heal him.
for it cannot rest,
and its waters toss up mire and dirt.FOOTNOTES
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