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Isaiah 57:20 - 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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English Standard Version 2016

20 But the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot be quiet, and its waters toss up mire and dirt.

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Isaiah 57:20
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Therefore 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 shew me which of us is for the king of Israel?


Woe unto the wicked! it shall be ill with him: for the reward of his hands shall be given him.


The shew 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 rewarded evil unto themselves.


There is no peace, saith the LORD, unto the wicked.


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


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


These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;


raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever.


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