19 creating words of praise.”[a](A)
The Lord says,
“Peace, peace to the one who is far or near,(B)
and I will heal him.
20 But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea,(C)
for it cannot be still,
and its waters churn up mire and muck.
21 There is no peace for the wicked,”
says my God.(D)

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 57:19 Lit creating fruit of the lips

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