TSK · Isaiah 57:20

the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

His bones are full of his youth, but youth shall lie down with him in the dust.

For they don't sleep, unless they do evil. Their sleep is taken away, unless they make someone fall.

"There is no peace," says Yahweh, "for the wicked."

These are hidden rocky reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you, shepherds who without fear feed themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn leaves without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;