⁹ Their houses `are' peace without fear, Nor `is' a rod of God upon them.

³⁴ He doth turn aside from off me his rod, And His terror doth not make me afraid,

⁵ In the misery of mortals they are not, And with common men they are not plagued.

²¹ A fearful voice `is' in his ears, In peace doth a destroyer come to him.

¹¹ Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.

¹⁹ How have they become a desolation as in a moment, They have been ended -- consumed from terrors.

¹⁹ Producing the fruit of the lips, `Peace, peace,' to the far off, and to the near, And I have healed him, said Jehovah.

²⁰ And the wicked `are' as the driven out sea, For to rest it is not able, And its waters cast out filth and mire.

²¹ There is no peace, said my God, to the wicked!