Troubled Sea

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, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt. There is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked.

Concerning Damascus. Hamath is confounded, and Arpad: for they have heard evil tidings: they are fainthearted; there is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet.

• Blackness

Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever.

They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.