I awoke to the sound (as it were) of that ruthless transaction which is the true commerce of this present world: the buying and selling of souls.
I am not sure which was more deafening: the sound of it, or the silence in what is called God’s house.
Ought they rather to be wailing over the souls of men? But these have put in their lot with the merchants of the earth, and they also profit by the trading of men’s souls.
And the merchants of the earth weep and mourn over her (fallen Babylon), because no one buys their cargo any more, cargo of gold, and silver, and of precious stone, and of pearls, and of fine linen, and of purple, and of silk, and of scarlet, and all thyine wood, and every ivory vessel, and every vessel of very precious wood, and of bronze, and of iron, and of marble, and cinnamon, and incenses, and ointment, and frankincense, and wine, and oil, and fine meal, and wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots, and of bodies and souls of men.
Revelation 18:11-13 (LITV)
Do not partake in her sins, lest you partake also in her plagues.