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