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As I create the ^[a]praise of his lips,
Peace, peace, to him who is far away [both Jew and Gentile] and to him who is near!”
Says the Lord;
“And I will heal him [making his lips blossom anew with thankful praise].”^(A)
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But the wicked are like the tossing sea,
For it cannot be quiet,
And its waters toss up mire and mud.
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“There is no peace,” says my God, “for the wicked.”