The righteous perish

And no man layeth to heart

But nobody stops to think and see

They are taken away from the evil to come

He shall enter into peace

They shall rest in their beds

Each one waking

In his uprightness

But draw near hither

Ye sons of the sorceress

The seed of the adulterer

And the whore

Whom do you reticule

Against whom do you make a wide mouth and stick out your tongue?

You are not children of transgression

You are offspring of falsehood

But draw near hither

Ye sons of the sorceress

The seed of the adulterer

And the whore

Enflaming yourselves with idols under every green tree

slaying the children in the valleys under the clifts of the rocks?

Among the smooth stones of the stream is thy portion

You may recognize in offering

But how is that supposed to atone

For wickedness

But draw near hither

Ye sons of the sorceress

The seed of the adulterer

And the whore

Whom do you reticule

Against whom do you make a wide mouth and stick out your tongue?

You are not children of transgression

You are offspring of falsehood

There is no peace

Saith my God

For the wicked

There is no peace

Saith my God

For the wicked

There is no peace

For the wicked

For the wicked