Protestant Bible · KJV · Verse 21 of 21
"no peace, saith my God, to the wicked."
19I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to far off, and to near, saith the LORD; and I will heal him.
20But the wicked like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
21no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.
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