The king of Aram was enraged because of this matter, and he called his servants and demanded of them, ‘Tell me, which one of us is for the king of Israel? ’
Isaiah 57:20 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its water churns up mire and muck. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt. American Standard Version (1901) But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt. Common English Bible But the wicked are like the churning sea that can’t keep still. They churn up from their waters muck and mud. Catholic Public Domain Version But the impious are like the raging sea, which is not able to be quieted, and its waves stir up dirt and mud. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version But the wicked are like the raging sea which cannot rest: and the waves thereof cast up dirt and mire. |
The king of Aram was enraged because of this matter, and he called his servants and demanded of them, ‘Tell me, which one of us is for the king of Israel? ’
Woe to the wicked #– #it will go badly for them, for what they have done will be done to them.
The look on their faces testifies against them, and like Sodom, they flaunt their sin; they do not conceal it. Woe to them, for they have brought disaster on themselves.
They have not known the path of peace, and there is no justice in their ways. They have made their roads crooked; no one who walks on them will know peace.
About Damascus: Hamath and Arpad are put to shame, for they have heard a bad report and are agitated, like the anxious sea that cannot be calmed.
These people are dangerous reefs at your love feasts as they eat with you without reverence. They are shepherds who only look after themselves. They are waterless clouds carried along by winds; trees in late autumn #– #fruitless, twice dead and uprooted.
They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shameful deeds; wandering stars for whom the blackness of darkness is reserved for ever.