Translations
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 churning sea — it cannot be still; its waters heave up mud and slime.
But the wicked are like the restless sea — it cannot be quiet; its waters keep churning up nothing but mire and filth.
But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its waves churn up mire and muck.

