They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death will be their shepherd. The upright will have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty will decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.
They are jagged rocks in y’all’s love feasts, feasting with y’all without fear, shepherding only themselves. They are clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead and uprooted.
They went out from us, but they did not belong to us. For if they had belonged to us, they would have remained with us. But they left, so that they might reveal that none of them belong to us.
“But when the righteous turns away from their righteousness, and commits iniquity, and does the same abominations that the wicked doe, should that person live? None of the righteous deeds they did will be remembered. In their trespass and his sin, in them he will die.