Isaiah 57:19-21

Jubilee Bible 2000

¹⁹ I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off and to him that is near, said the LORD; and healed him.

²⁰ But the wicked are like the sea in tempest, that cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

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