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19 I created the fruit of the lips, peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, said the Lord, and I healed him.

20 But the wicked are like the raging sea, which cannot rest, and the waves thereof cast up dirt and mire.

21 There is no peace to the wicked, saith the Lord God.

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19     creating praise on their lips.(A)
Peace, peace,(B) to those far and near,”(C)
    says the Lord. “And I will heal them.”
20 But the wicked(D) are like the tossing sea,(E)
    which cannot rest,
    whose waves cast up mire(F) and mud.
21 “There is no peace,”(G) says my God, “for the wicked.”(H)

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