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19     I am the one who creates praise as the fruit of their lips.[a]

Peace, peace to the one far off and to the one nearby,
says the Lord,
and I will heal him.
20 But the wicked are like the tossing sea,
    which is not able to rest.
Its waters toss up dirt and mud.
21 There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 57:19 The line is difficult.