But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

惟独恶人，好像翻腾的海，不得平静；其中的水常涌出污秽和淤泥来。

但是恶人好像翻腾的海，不得平静；其中的水常涌出污秽和淤泥。

但是恶人好像翻腾的海，不得平静；其中的水常涌出污秽和淤泥。

然而，恶人就像波涛汹涌、难以平静的大海，海浪中涌出淤泥和污物。”

恶人却像翻腾的海，不能平静，海中的水不住翻起污秽和淤泥来。

恶人却像翻涌的海——不能平静，其中的水翻涌出泥浆和淤泥。

惟獨惡人，好像翻騰的海，不得平靜；其中的水常湧出污穢和淤泥來。

但是惡人好像翻騰的海，不得平靜；其中的水常湧出污穢和淤泥。

但是惡人好像翻騰的海，不得平靜；其中的水常湧出污穢和淤泥。

然而，惡人就像波濤洶湧、難以平靜的大海，海浪中湧出淤泥和汙物。」

惡人卻像翻騰的海，不能平靜，海中的水不住翻起污穢和淤泥來。

惟獨惡人、好像翻騰的海；因不能平靜，其水就翻騰出髒泡沬和淤泥來。

惡人卻像翻湧的海——不能平靜，其中的水翻湧出泥漿和淤泥。

惟彼惡人、若洶湧之海、不能恬靜、厥水擁出泥穢、

惟彼作惡之徒、若波濤激濁、翻騰莫遏、

惟彼惡人、若激盪之海、永不恬靜、其水湧出泥與沫、

But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud.

But those who are evil are like the rolling sea. It never rests. Its waves toss up mud and sand.

But the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot be quiet, and its waters toss up mire and dirt.

“ But those who still reject me are like the restless sea, which is never still but continually churns up mud and dirt.

But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its water churns up mire and muck.

But the wicked are like the tossing sea, For it cannot be quiet, And its waters toss up refuse and mud.

But the wicked are like the troubled sea, When it cannot rest, Whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its waters churn up mire and muck.

But the wicked[ are] like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.

But the wicked are like a surging sea that is unable to be quiet; its waves toss up mud and sand.

But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it can’t rest and its waters cast up mire and mud.

Woe unto the wicked! it shall be ill with him; for what his hands have done shall be done unto him.

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, And the spark of his fire shall not shine.The light shall be dark in his tent, And his lamp above him shall be put out.The steps of his strength shall be straitened, And his own counsel shall cast him down.For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walketh upon the toils.A gin shall take him by the heel, And a snare shall lay hold on him.A noose is hid for him in the ground, And a trap for him in the way.Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, And shall chase him at his heels.His strength shall be hunger- bitten, And calamity shall be ready at his side.The members of his body shall be devoured, Yea, the first- born of death shall devour his members.He shall be rooted out of his tent wherein he trusteth; And he shall be brought to the king of terrors.

For they sleep not, except they do evil; And their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.For they eat the bread of wickedness, And drink the wine of violence.

His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, Though he hide it under his tongue,Though he spare it, and will not let it go, But keep it still within his mouth;Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.He hath swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again; God will cast them out of his belly.He shall suck the poison of asps: The viper’s tongue shall slay him.He shall not look upon the rivers, The flowing streams of honey and butter.That which he labored for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; According to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.For he hath oppressed and forsaken the poor; He hath violently taken away a house, and he shall not build it up.Because he knew no quietness within him, He shall not save aught of that wherein he delighteth.There was nothing left that he devoured not; Therefore his prosperity shall not endure.In the fulness of his sufficiency he shall be in straits: The hand of every one that is in misery shall come upon him.When he is about to fill his belly, God will cast the fierceness of his wrath upon him, And will rain it upon him while he is eating.He shall flee from the iron weapon, And the bow of brass shall strike him through.He draweth it forth, and it cometh out of his body; Yea, the glittering point cometh out of his gall: Terrors are upon him.All darkness is laid up for his treasures: A fire not blown by man shall devour him; It shall consume that which is left in his tent.The heavens shall reveal his iniquity, And the earth shall rise up against him.The increase of his house shall depart; His goods shall flow away in the day of his wrath.This is the portion of a wicked man from God, And the heritage appointed unto him by God.

Surely thou settest them in slippery places: Thou castest them down to destruction.How are they become a desolation in a moment! They are utterly consumed with terrors.As a dream when one awaketh, So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou wilt despise their image.

The wicked man travaileth with pain all his days, Even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.He believeth not that he shall return out of darkness, And he is waited for of the sword.He wandereth abroad for bread, saying, Where is it? He knoweth that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.Distress and anguish make him afraid; They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

These are they who are hidden rocks in your love- feasts when they feast with you, shepherds that without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;