But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it can’t rest and its waters cast up mire and mud.

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 a surging sea that is unable to be quiet; its waves toss up mud and sand.

Woe to the wicked! Disaster is upon them; for the deeds of his hands will be paid back to him.

“ Yes, the light of the wicked will be put out. The spark of his fire won’t shine.The light will be dark in his tent. His lamp above him will be put out.The steps of his strength will be shortened. His own counsel will cast him down.For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he wanders into its mesh.A snare will take him by the heel. A trap will catch him.A noose is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him on the path.Terrors will make him afraid on every side, and will chase him at his heels.His strength will be famished. Calamity will be ready at his side.The members of his body will be devoured. The firstborn of death will devour his members.He will be rooted out of the security of his tent. He will be brought to the king of terrors.

For they don’t sleep unless they do evil. Their sleep is taken away, unless they make someone fall.For they eat the bread of wickedness and drink the wine of violence.

His bones are full of his youth, but youth will lie down with him in the dust.“ Though wickedness is sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue,though he spare it, and will not let it go, but keep it still within his mouth;yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.He has swallowed down riches, and he will vomit them up again. God will cast them out of his belly.He will suck cobra venom. The viper’s tongue will kill him.He will not look at the rivers, the flowing streams of honey and butter.He will restore that for which he labored, and will not swallow it down. He will not rejoice according to the substance that he has gotten.For he has oppressed and forsaken the poor. He has violently taken away a house, and he will not build it up.“ Because he knew no quietness within him, he will not save anything of that in which he delights.There was nothing left that he didn’t devour, therefore his prosperity will not endure.In the fullness of his sufficiency, distress will overtake him. The hand of everyone who is in misery will come on him.When he is about to fill his belly, God will cast the fierceness of his wrath on him. It will rain on him while he is eating.He will flee from the iron weapon. The bronze arrow will strike him through.He draws it out, and it comes out of his body. Yes, the glittering point comes out of his liver. Terrors are on him.All darkness is laid up for his treasures. An unfanned fire will devour him. It will consume that which is left in his tent.The heavens will reveal his iniquity. The earth will rise up against him.The increase of his house will depart. They will rush away in the day of his wrath.This is the portion of a wicked man from God, the heritage appointed to him by God.”

Surely you set them in slippery places. You throw them down to destruction.How they are suddenly destroyed! They are completely swept away with terrors.As a dream when one wakes up, so, Lord, when you awake, you will despise their fantasies.

the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.A sound of terrors is in his ears. In prosperity the destroyer will come on him.He doesn’t believe that he will return out of darkness. He is waited for by the sword.He wanders abroad for bread, saying,‘ Where is it?’ He knows that the day of darkness is ready at his hand.Distress and anguish make him afraid. They prevail against him, as a king ready to the battle.

These are hidden rocky reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you, shepherds who without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;