Isaiah 57:3–9

³And ye, come near hither, O sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer, Even thou dost commit whoredom. ⁴Against whom do ye sport yourselves? Against whom enlarge ye the mouth? Prolong ye the tongue? Are not ye children of transgression? a false seed? ⁵Who are inflamed among oaks, under every green tree, Slaughtering the children in valleys, Under clefts of the rocks. ⁶Among 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? ⁷On a mountain, high and exalted, Thou hast set thy couch, Also thither thou hast gone up to make a sacrifice. ⁸And 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, ⁹And goest joyfully to the king in ointment, And dost multiply thy perfumes, And sendest thine ambassadors afar off, And humblest thyself unto Sheol.