And the mind of the king of Syria was greatly troubled because of this thing; and he called his servants and said to them, “Will you not show me who of us is for the king of Israel?”
Isaiah 57:20 - Revised Standard Version But the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters toss up mire and dirt. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. |
And the mind of the king of Syria was greatly troubled because of this thing; and he called his servants and said to them, “Will you not show me who of us is for the king of Israel?”
Woe to the wicked! It shall be ill with him, for what his hands have done shall be done to him.
Their partiality witnesses against them; they proclaim their sin like Sodom, they do not hide it. Woe to them! For they have brought evil upon themselves.
The way of peace they know not, and there is no justice in their paths; they have made their roads crooked, no one who goes in them knows peace.
Concerning Damascus. “Hamath and Arpad are confounded, for they have heard evil tidings; they melt in fear, they are troubled like the sea which cannot be quiet.
These are blemishes on your love feasts, as they boldly carouse together, looking after themselves; waterless clouds, carried along by winds; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead, uprooted;
wild waves of the sea, casting up the foam of their own shame; wandering stars for whom the nether gloom of darkness has been reserved for ever.