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I 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 (57:19) But the wicked [are] like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt (57:20) [There is] no peace, saith my God, to the wicked
(57:21)
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