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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