For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth; for the spirit that enwrappeth itself is from Me, and the souls which I have made.
For the iniquity of his covetousness was I wroth and smote him, I hid Me and was wroth; and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
I have seen his ways, and will heal him; I will lead him also, and requite with comforts him and his mourners.
Peace, peace, to him that is far off and to him that is near, saith HaShem that createth the fruit of the lips; and I will heal him.
But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
There is no peace, saith my G-d concerning the wicked.