1The 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.
2He entereth into peace, they rest on their beds, [Each] is going straightforward.
3And ye, come near hither, O sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer, Even thou dost commit whoredom.
4Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom enlarge ye the mouth? Prolong ye the tongue? Are not ye children of transgression? a false seed?
5Who are inflamed among oaks, under every green tree, Slaughtering the children in valleys, Under clefts of the rocks.
6Among 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?
7On a mountain, high and exalted, Thou hast set thy couch, Also thither thou hast gone up to make a sacrifice.
