Translations
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 churning sea — it cannot be still; its waters heave up mud and slime.
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 storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its waves churn up mire and muck.

