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19     creating for their mourners the fruit of the lips.[a]
Peace, peace, to the far and the near, says the Lord,
    and I will heal them.(A)
20 But the wicked are like the tossing sea
    that cannot keep still;
    its waters toss up mire and mud.(B)
21 There is no peace, says my God, for the wicked.(C)

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  1. 57.19 Meaning of Heb uncertain

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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