The Lantern

Isaiah57

The Blessed Death of the Righteous

The righteous one perishes, and there is no one who sets it on his heart. And men of loyal love are gathered away with none understanding that from before the evil the righteous one is gathered away.

He enters into peace; they rest on their beds — the one who walks straight ahead.

God Condemns Idolatry

But you, draw near here, sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer and one who has whored!

Over whom are you making sport? Over whom do you widen the mouth and stick out the tongue? Are you not children of transgression, a seed of falsehood —

you who burn with lust among the terebinths, under every green tree; slaughtering the children in the wadis, under the clefts of the crags?

Among the smooth stones of the wadi is your portion; they, they are your lot. To them also you have poured out a libation, you have brought up an offering. Over these should I be comforted?

On a mountain high and lifted up you have set your bed; there also you went up to slaughter a sacrifice.

And behind the door and the doorpost you have set your memorial. For away from me you uncovered yourself and went up; you widened your bed and cut a bargain for yourself with them; you loved their bed, you looked on a hand.

And you journeyed to the king with oil, and multiplied your perfumes; and you sent your envoys far off, and you brought yourself low, down to Sheol.

With the length of your way you grew weary; you did not say, It is hopeless. You found the life of your hand; therefore you did not grow sick.

And of whom were you anxious and afraid, that you lied and did not remember me, did not set me on your heart? Have I not kept silent, even from of old? And me you do not fear.

I myself will tell your righteousness — and your deeds, and they will not profit you.

When you cry out, let your collection of idols deliver you! But a wind will carry them all off, a breath will take them. And the one who takes refuge in me will inherit the land and possess my holy mountain.

Healing for the Repentant

And one will say: Build up, build up, clear the way! Lift the stumbling block out of the way of my people.

For thus says the high and lifted up one, who dwells forever and whose name is Holy: I dwell on high and in holiness, and also with the crushed and lowly of spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the crushed.

For I will not contend forever, and I will not always be wrathful; for the spirit would grow faint before me, and the breaths that I myself have made.

For the iniquity of his gain I was wrathful and struck him, hiding myself and being wrathful; and he went on turning away in the way of his heart.

His ways I have seen, and I will heal him; and I will lead him and repay comforts to him and to his mourners,

creating the speech of the lips: Peace, peace to the far and to the near, says the LORD; and I will heal him.

But the wicked are like the tossing sea, for it cannot be quiet, and its waters toss up mire and mud.

There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.