Isaiah 57:3-12

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? ⁷ On a mountain, high and exalted, Thou hast set thy couch, Also thither thou hast gone up to make a sacrifice. ⁸ And behind the door, and the post, Thou hast set up thy memorial, For from Me thou hast removed, and goest up, Thou hast enlarged thy couch, And dost covenant for thyself among them, Thou hast loved their couch, the station thou sawest, ⁹ And goest joyfully to the king in ointment, And dost multiply thy perfumes, And sendest thine ambassadors afar off, And humblest thyself unto Sheol. ¹⁰ In the greatness of thy way thou hast laboured, Thou hast not said, 'It is desperate.' The life of thy hand thou hast found, Therefore thou hast not been sick. ¹¹ And of whom hast thou been afraid, and fearest, That thou liest, and Me hast not remembered? Thou hast not laid 'it' to thy heart, Am not I silent, even from of old? And Me thou fearest not? ¹² I declare thy righteousness, and thy works, And they do not profit thee.