16 For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be always wroth: for the spirit would fail before me, and the souls [which] I have made.
17 For the iniquity of his covetousness I was wroth, and smote him: I hid me, and was wroth, and he went on frowardly in the way of his heart.
18 I have seen his ways, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts to him and to his mourners.
19 I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to [him that is] far off, and to [him that is] near, saith the LORD; and I will heal him.
20 But the wicked [are] like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.