Isaiah

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