GOD'S Accusation Against the Wicked

       Come, all you beasts of the field,

          come and devour, all you beasts of the forest!

       Israel's watchmen are blind,

          they all lack knowledge;

       they are all mute dogs,

          they cannot bark;

       they lie around and dream,

          they love to sleep.

       They are dogs with mighty appetites;

          they never have enough.

       They are shepherds who lack understanding;

          they all turn to their own way,

          each seeks his own gain.

       "Come," each one cries, "let me get wine!

          Let us drink our fill of beer!

       And tomorrow will be like today,

          or even far better."

       The righteous perish,

          and no one ponders it in his heart;

       devout men are taken away,

          and no one understands

       that the righteous are taken away

          to be spared from evil.

       Those who walk uprightly

          enter into peace;

          they find rest as they lie in death.

       "But you--come here, you sons of a sorceress,

          you offspring of adulterers and prostitutes!

       Whom are you mocking?

          At whom do you sneer

          and stick out your tongue?

       Are you not a brood of rebels,

          the offspring of liars?

       You burn with lust among the oaks

          and under every spreading tree;

       you sacrifice your children in the ravines

          and under the overhanging crags.

       The idols among the smooth stones of the ravines are your portion;

          they, they are your lot.

       Yes, to them you have poured out drink offerings

          and offered grain offerings.

          In the light of these things, should I relent?

       You have made your bed on a high and lofty hill;

          there you went up to offer your sacrifices.

       Behind your doors and your doorposts

          you have put your pagan symbols.

       Forsaking ME, you uncovered your bed,

          you climbed into it and opened it wide;

       you made a pact with those whose beds you love,

          and you looked on their nakedness.

       You went to molech with olive oil

          and increased your perfumes.

       You sent your ambassadors far away;

          you descended to the grave itself!

       You were wearied by all your ways,

          but you would not say, 'It is hopeless.'

       You found renewal of your strength,

          and so you did not faint.

       "Whom have you so dreaded and feared

          that you have been false to ME,

       and have neither remembered ME

          nor pondered this in your hearts?

       Is it not because I have long been silent

          that you do not fear ME?

       I will expose your righteousness and your works,

          and they will not benefit you.

       When you cry out for help,

          let your collection of idols save you!

       The wind will carry all of them off,

          a mere breath will blow them away.

       But the man who makes ME his refuge

          will inherit the land

          and possess MY holy mountain."

The Book of Isaiah: chapter 56, verses 9 - 12 & chapter 57, verses 1 - 13