And the heart of the king of Syria was disturbed over this matter. And calling together his servants, he said, "Why have you not revealed to me the one who is betraying me to the king of Israel?"
Isaiah 57:20 - 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. 更多版本King 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. 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. English Standard Version 2016 But the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot be quiet, and its waters toss up mire and dirt. |
And the heart of the king of Syria was disturbed over this matter. And calling together his servants, he said, "Why have you not revealed to me the one who is betraying me to the king of Israel?"
Woe to the impious man immersed in evil! For retribution will be given to him from his own hands.
The acknowledgement of their countenance is their response. For they have proclaimed their own sin, like Sodom; and they have not concealed it. Woe to their souls! For evils are being repaid to them.
They have not known the way of peace, and there is no judgment in their steps. Their paths have become crooked for them. Anyone who treads in them knows no peace.
Against Damascus. "Hamath has been confounded, with Arpad. For they have heard a most grievous report. They have been stirred up like the sea. Because of anxiousness, they were not able to rest.
These ones are defiled within their banquets, enjoying themselves and feeding themselves without fear; waterless clouds, which are tossed about by winds; autumn trees, unfruitful, twice dead, uprooted;
raging waves of the sea, foaming from their own confusion; wandering stars, for whom the whirlwind of darkness has been reserved forever!