Isaiah 57:19-21

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¹⁹     creating for their mourners the fruit of the lips.^[a]
Peace, peace, to the far and the near, says the Lord,
    and I will heal them.^(A)
20 But the wicked are like the tossing sea
    that cannot keep still;
    its waters toss up mire and mud.^(B)
21 There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.^(C)