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20     By contrast, the wicked are all riled up
        like a storm-tossed sea that cannot be calmed.
    Its crashing waves wash up muck and dirt on the shore.
21     But there will be no peace for the wicked.

So says my God.

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20 But the wicked(A) are like the tossing sea,(B)
    which cannot rest,
    whose waves cast up mire(C) and mud.
21 “There is no peace,”(D) says my God, “for the wicked.”(E)

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