They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.
These men are springs without water and mists driven by a storm. Blackest darkness is reserved for them.
Their end is destruction, their god is their belly, and their glory is in their shame. Their minds are set on earthly th
But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea, for it cannot be still, and its waves churn up mire and muck.
You stilled the roaring of the seas, the pounding of their waves, and the tumult of the nations.
he too will drink the wine of God’s anger, poured undiluted into the cup of His wrath. And he will be tormented in fire
And the devil who had deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and sulfur, into which the beast and the false prop
while evil men and imposters go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.
The floodwaters have risen, O LORD; the rivers have raised their voice; the seas lift up their pounding waves.
Do you not fear Me?” declares the LORD. “Do you not tremble before Me, the One who set the sand as the boundary for the
Then the third angel sounded his trumpet, and a great star burning like a torch fell from heaven and landed on a third o
But to the cowardly and unbelieving and abominable and murderers and sexually immoral and sorcerers and idolaters and al