King James VersionIsaiah57,9

Isaiah 57:9

And thou wen­test to the king with oint­ment, and didst in­crease thy per­fumes, and didst send thy mes­sen­gers far off, and didst de­base thy­self even unto hell.


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8 Be­hind the doors also and the posts hast thou set up thy re­mem­brance: for thou hast dis­cov­ered thy­self to another than me, and art gone up; thou hast en­larged thy bed, and made thee a covenant with them; thou lovedst their bed where thou sawest it. 9 And thou wen­test to the king with oint­ment, and didst in­crease thy per­fumes, and didst send thy mes­sen­gers far off, and didst de­base thy­self even unto hell. 10 Thou art wea­ried in the great­ness of thy way; yet saidst thou not, There is no hope: thou hast found the life of thine hand; there­fore thou wast not grieved.

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9 And thou wen­test to the king with oint­ment, and didst in­crease thy per­fumes, and didst send thy mes­sen­gers far off, and didst de­base thy­self even unto hell.