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 water churns up mire and muck.
21 There is no peace for the wicked,”
says my God.(D)

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Footnotes

  1. 57:19 Lit creating fruit of the lips

19     creating praise on their lips.(A)
Peace, peace,(B) to those far and near,”(C)
    says the Lord. “And I will heal them.”
20 But the wicked(D) are like the tossing sea,(E)
    which cannot rest,
    whose waves cast up mire(F) and mud.
21 “There is no peace,”(G) says my God, “for the wicked.”(H)

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