Study Desk

But you, draw near here, sons of the sorceress, seed of the adulterer and playing the harlot.

On whom are you making sport? On whom do you make a wide mouth and draw out the tongue? Are you not children of transgression, a lying seed,

being inflamed with idols under every green tree, slaughtering the children in the torrent beds, under the clefts of the rocks?

In the torrent's smoothness is your portion; they, they are your lot; even to them you have poured a drink offering; you have offered a food offering. Should I be consoled over these?

You have set your couch on a lofty and high mountain; yea, you went up there to sacrifice a sacrifice.

And you have set up your memorial behind the door and post. For you uncovered yourself from Me and went up; you enlarged your couch; and you cut covenant with them; you loved their couch; at a hand you looked.

And you went to the king with oil and multiplied your perfume. And you sent your messengers far away, and lowered yourself to Sheol.

You were wearied in the length of your way; you did not say, Despair! You found the life of your hand, so you were not sick.

And whom have you dreaded and feared? You have lied and have not remembered Me, not laying it on your heart. Have I not been silent, even from forever, and you have not feared Me?

I will reveal your righteousness and your works, and they will not benefit you.

When you cry, let your assembly deliver you; but the wind shall bear away all of them; vanity takes them. But he who takes refuge in Me shall inherit the land and possess My holy mountain.