Isaiah 57:19-21

Darby Translation

¹⁹ I create the fruit of the lips: peace, peace to him [that is] afar off, and to him [that is] nigh, saith Jehovah; and I will heal him.

²⁰ But the wicked are like the troubled sea, which cannot rest, and whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

²¹ There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.