Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
There is no peace, saith Jehovah, to the wicked.
But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it cannot rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.
Therefore is justice far from us, neither doth righteousness overtake us: we look for light, but, behold, darkness; for brightness, but we walk in obscurity.
We roar all like bears, and moan sore like doves: we look for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far off from us.
And justice is turned away backward, and righteousness standeth afar off; for truth is fallen in the street, and uprightness cannot enter.