Isaiah 57:19-21

Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition

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.

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