Isaiah 57
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The righteous perish,
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He enters into peace.
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“But draw near here, you sons of a sorceress,
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Whom do you mock?
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you who inflame yourselves among the oaks,
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Among the smooth stones of the valley is your portion.
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On a high and lofty mountain you have set your bed.
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You have set up your memorial behind the doors and the posts,
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You went to the king with oil,
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You were wearied with the length of your ways;
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“Whom have you dreaded and feared,
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I will declare your righteousness;
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When you cry,
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He will say, “Build up, build up, prepare the way!
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For the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity,
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For I will not contend forever, neither will I always be angry;
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I was angry because of the iniquity of his covetousness and struck him.
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I have seen his ways, and will heal him.
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I create the fruit of the lips:
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But the wicked are like the troubled sea;
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“There is no peace”, says my God,