• Isaiah 57:19

    I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the LORD; and I will heal him.

  • Isaiah 57:20

    But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

  • Isaiah 57:21

    There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.

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