Isaiah 57:18-20

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

¹⁸ I saw his ways, and I healed him, and brought him back, and restored comforts to him, and to them that mourn for him.

¹⁹ I created the fruit of the lips, peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, said the Lord, and I healed him.

²⁰ But the wicked are like the raging sea, which cannot rest, and the waves thereof cast up dirt and mire.