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1 The righteous hath perished, And there is none laying it to heart, And men of kindness are gathered, Without any considering that from the face of evil Gathered is the righteous one. 2 He entereth into peace, they rest on their beds, Each is going straightforward. 3 And ye, come near hither, O sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer, Even thou dost commit whoredom. 4 Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom enlarge ye the mouth? Prolong ye the tongue? Are not ye children of transgression? a false seed? 5 Who are inflamed among oaks, under every green tree, Slaughtering the children in valleys, Under clefts of the rocks. 6 Among the smooth things of a brook is thy portion, They -- they are thy lot, Also to them thou hast poured out an oblation, Thou hast caused a present to ascend, For these things am I comforted? Isaiah 57:1-6, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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