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Isaiah 57:20 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

20 But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its water churns up mire and muck.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea, for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

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American Standard Version (1901)

20 But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

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Common English Bible

20 But the wicked are like the churning sea that can’t keep still. They churn up from their waters muck and mud.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

20 But the impious are like the raging sea, which is not able to be quieted, and its waves stir up dirt and mud.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

20 But the wicked are like the raging sea which cannot rest: and the waves thereof cast up dirt and mire.

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Isaiah 57:20
13 Tagairtí Cros  

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.


‘There is no peace for the wicked,’ says the  Lord.


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.


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