Isaiah 57:21 YLT

¹⁹  Producing the fruit of the lips, 'Peace, peace,' to the far off, and to the near, And I have healed him, said Jehovah.

²⁰  And the wicked 'are' as the driven out sea, For to rest it is not able, And its waters cast out filth and mire.

²¹  There is no peace, said my God, to the wicked!