16 For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for by me is the spirit covered by the body, and I have made the souls.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness I was wroth and smote him: I hid my face and was wroth, and he went on rebelliously in the way of his heart.
18 I have seen his ways and will heal him: I will lead him also and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners.
19 I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off and to him that is near, said the Lord; and healed him.
20 But the wicked are like the sea in tempest, that cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
21 There is no peace, saith my God, for the wicked.