Isaiah 57:20 - 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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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.

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 交叉引用

2 Kings 6:11

And the heart of the king of Syria was sore troubled for this thing; and he called his servants, and said unto them, Will ye not show me which of us is for the king of Israel?

Isaiah 3:11

Woe unto the wicked! it shall be ill with him; for what his hands have done shall be done unto him.

Isaiah 3:9

The show of their countenance doth witness against them; and they declare their sin as Sodom, they hide it not. Woe unto their soul! for they have done evil unto themselves.

Isaiah 48:22

There is no peace, saith Jehovah, to the wicked.

Isaiah 59:8

The way of peace they know not; and there is no justice in their goings: they have made them crooked paths; whosoever goeth therein doth not know peace.

Jeremiah 49:23

Of Damascus. Hamath is confounded, and Arpad; for they have heard evil tidings, they are melted away: there is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet.

Jude 1:12

These are they who are hidden rocks in your love-feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;

Jude 1:13

wild waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, for whom the blackness of darkness hath been reserved for ever.