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 thus says 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,