Isaiah 57:3–13

³But you, draw near, you sons of a sorceress, seed of an adulterer and of her who plays the harlot; ⁴at whom do you jeer, at whom do you open your mouth, do you stick out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, offspring of deceit, ⁵who burn with lust among the terebinths, under every green tree, who slaughter children in wadis, among the clefts of the rocks? ⁶With the perished of the wadi is your portion, they, they are your lot.

Even to them you have poured out a libation, you have offered up an offering.

Shall I be appeased for these things? ⁷On a mountain high and lofty you have set your bed.

There you went upto offer sacrifice.

⁸And behind the door and the doorpost you set up your symbol. For a hundred times you stripped and you mounted and spread out your bed. You…yourself from them the love of their bedding, the phallus which you envisioned.

⁹You anointed the mulk-sacrifice with oil, you multiplied your perfumed oils. You sent your envoys to a distant throne (?), sent them down even to Sheol.

¹⁰In the length of your way you wearied, But you did not say, “There is no hope.” You found revivification for your strength, therefore you did not weaken.