Yet my people have forgotten me: they offer incense in vain. They stumble off their paths, the ways of old, Traveling on bypaths, not the beaten track.
A cry is heard on the heights! the plaintive weeping of Israel’s children, Because they have perverted their way, they have forgotten the Lord, their God.
But as for cowards, the unfaithful, the depraved, murderers, the unchaste, sorcerers, idol-worshipers, and deceivers of every sort, their lot is in the burning pool of fire and sulfur, which is the second death.” The New Jerusalem.