Isaiah 57:21 WEB

¹⁹  I create the fruit of the lips: Peace, peace, to him who is far off and to him who is near, says Yahweh; and I will heal him.

²⁰  But the wicked are like the troubled sea; for it can't rest, and its waters cast up mire and dirt.

²¹  There is no peace, says my God, to the wicked.