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

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 troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its 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 the troubled sea; for it can’t rest and its waters cast up mire and mud.

Too bad for the wicked sinners! For they will get exactly what they deserve.

“ Yes, the lamp of the wicked is extinguished; his flame of fire does not shine.The light in his tent grows dark; his lamp above him is extinguished.His vigorous steps are restricted, and his own counsel throws him down.For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh.A trap seizes him by the heel; a snare grips him.A rope is hidden for him on the ground and a trap for him lies on the path.Terrors frighten him on all sides and dog his every step.Calamity is hungry for him, and misfortune is ready at his side.It eats away parts of his skin; the most terrible death devours his limbs.He is dragged from the security of his tent, and marched off to the king of terrors.

For they cannot sleep unless they cause harm; they are robbed of sleep until they make someone stumble.For they eat bread gained from wickedness and drink wine obtained from violence.

His bones were full of his youthful vigor, but that vigor will lie down with him in the dust.“ If evil is sweet in his mouth and he hides it under his tongue,if he retains it for himself and does not let it go, and holds it fast in his mouth,his food is turned sour in his stomach; it becomes the venom of serpents within him.The wealth that he consumed he vomits up, God will make him throw it out of his stomach.He sucks the poison of serpents; the fangs of a viper kill him.He will not look on the streams, the rivers, which are the torrents of honey and butter.He gives back the ill-gotten gain without assimilating it; he will not enjoy the wealth from his commerce.For he has oppressed the poor and abandoned them; he has seized a house which he did not build.For he knows no satisfaction in his appetite; he does not let anything he desires escape.“ Nothing is left for him to devour; that is why his prosperity does not last.In the fullness of his sufficiency, distress overtakes him. the full force of misery will come upon him.“ While he is filling his belly, God sends his burning anger against him, and rains down his blows upon him.If he flees from an iron weapon, then an arrow from a bronze bow pierces him.When he pulls it out and it comes out of his back, the gleaming point out of his liver, terrors come over him.Total darkness waits to receive his treasures; a fire which has not been kindled will consume him and devour what is left in his tent.The heavens reveal his iniquity; the earth rises up against him.A flood will carry off his house, rushing waters on the day of God’s wrath.Such is the lot God allots the wicked, and the heritage of his appointment from God.”

Surely you put them in slippery places; you bring them down to ruin.How desolate they become in a mere moment! Terrifying judgments make their demise complete!They are like a dream after one wakes up. O Lord, when you awake you will despise them.

All his days the wicked man suffers torment, throughout the number of the years that are stored up for the tyrant.Terrifying sounds fill his ears; in a time of peace marauders attack him.He does not expect to escape from darkness; he is marked for the sword;he wanders about– food for vultures; he knows that the day of darkness is at hand.Distress and anguish terrify him; they prevail against him like a king ready to launch an attack,

These men are dangerous reefs at your love feasts, feasting without reverence, feeding only themselves. They are waterless clouds, carried along by the winds; autumn trees without fruit– twice dead, uprooted;