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

But the wicked are doomed, for they will get exactly what they deserve.

“ Surely the light of the wicked will be snuffed out. The sparks of their fire will not glow.The light in their tent will grow dark. The lamp hanging above them will be quenched.The confident stride of the wicked will be shortened. Their own schemes will be their downfall.The wicked walk into a net. They fall into a pit.A trap grabs them by the heel. A snare holds them tight.A noose lies hidden on the ground. A rope is stretched across their path.“ Terrors surround the wicked and trouble them at every step.Hunger depletes their strength, and calamity waits for them to stumble.Disease eats their skin; death devours their limbs.They are torn from the security of their homes and are brought down to the king of terrors.

For evil people can’t sleep until they’ve done their evil deed for the day. They can’t rest until they’ve caused someone to stumble.They eat the food of wickedness and drink the wine of violence!

Though they are young, their bones will lie in the dust.“ They enjoyed the sweet taste of wickedness, letting it melt under their tongue.They savored it, holding it long in their mouths.But suddenly the food in their bellies turns sour, a poisonous venom in their stomach.They will vomit the wealth they swallowed. God won’t let them keep it down.They will suck the poison of cobras. The viper will kill them.They will never again enjoy streams of olive oil or rivers of milk and honey.They will give back everything they worked for. Their wealth will bring them no joy.For they oppressed the poor and left them destitute. They foreclosed on their homes.They were always greedy and never satisfied. Nothing remains of all the things they dreamed about.Nothing is left after they finish gorging themselves. Therefore, their prosperity will not endure.“ In the midst of plenty, they will run into trouble and be overcome by misery.May God give them a bellyful of trouble. May God rain down his anger upon them.When they try to escape an iron weapon, a bronze tipped arrow will pierce them.The arrow is pulled from their back, and the arrowhead glistens with blood. The terrors of death are upon them.Their treasures will be thrown into deepest darkness. A wildfire will devour their goods, consuming all they have left.The heavens will reveal their guilt, and the earth will testify against them.A flood will sweep away their house. God’s anger will descend on them in torrents.This is the reward that God gives the wicked. It is the inheritance decreed by God.”

Truly, you put them on a slippery path and send them sliding over the cliff to destruction.In an instant they are destroyed, completely swept away by terrors.When you arise, O Lord, you will laugh at their silly ideas as a person laughs at dreams in the morning.

“ The wicked writhe in pain throughout their lives. Years of trouble are stored up for the ruthless.The sound of terror rings in their ears, and even on good days they fear the attack of the destroyer.They dare not go out into the darkness for fear they will be murdered.They wander around, saying,‘ Where can I find bread?’ They know their day of destruction is near.That dark day terrifies them. They live in distress and anguish, like a king preparing for battle.

When these people eat with you in your fellowship meals commemorating the Lord’s love, they are like dangerous reefs that can shipwreck you. They are like shameless shepherds who care only for themselves. They are like clouds blowing over the land without giving any rain. They are like trees in autumn that are doubly dead, for they bear no fruit and have been pulled up by the roots.