Isaiah 57:20 - New Revised Standard Version

²⁰ But the wicked are like the tossing sea that cannot keep still; its waters toss up mire and mud.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Isaiah 57:20 Tagairtí Cros

2 Kings 6:11

The mind of the king of Aram was greatly perturbed because of this; he called his officers and said to them, “Now tell me who among us sides with the king of Israel?”

Isaiah 3:11

Woe to the guilty! How unfortunate they are, for what their hands have done shall be done to them.

Isaiah 3:9

The look on their faces bears witness against them; they proclaim their sin like Sodom, they do not hide it. Woe to them! For they have brought evil on themselves.

Isaiah 48:22

“There is no peace,” says the Lord, “for the wicked.”

Isaiah 59:8

The way of peace they do not know, and there is no justice in their paths. Their roads they have made crooked; no one who walks in them knows peace.

Jeremiah 49:23

Concerning Damascus. Hamath and Arpad are confounded, for they have heard bad news; they melt in fear, they are troubled like the sea that cannot be quiet.

Jude 1:12

These are blemishes on your love-feasts, while they feast with you without fear, feeding themselves. They are waterless clouds carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, uprooted;

Jude 1:13

wild waves of the sea, casting up the foam of their own shame; wandering stars, for whom the deepest darkness has been reserved forever.