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