19 “I create (A)the fruit of the lips:
Peace, peace (B)to him who is far off and to him who is near,”
Says the Lord,
“And I will heal him.”
20 (C)But the wicked are like the troubled sea,
When it cannot rest,
Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

21 There(D) is no peace,”
Says my God, “for the wicked.”

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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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