But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.
And shall receive the reward of unrighteousness, as they that count it pleasure to riot in the day time. Spots they are and blemishes, sporting themselves with their own deceivings while they feast with you;
These are wells without water, clouds that are carried with a tempest; to whom the mist of darkness is reserved for ever.