^{19 Ref} I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace, to him that is far off and to him that is near, saith Jehovah; and I will heal him.

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

^{21 Ref} There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.