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James 4:14 - American Standard Version (1901)

14 whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 Yet you do not know [the least thing] about what may happen tomorrow. What is the nature of your life? You are [really] but a wisp of vapor (a puff of smoke, a mist) that is visible for a little while and then disappears [into thin air].

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Common English Bible

14 You don’t really know about tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for only a short while before it vanishes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow.

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James 4:14
17 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:


Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And my life-time is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. [Selah


And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.


For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.


and the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.


Oh remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!


But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore of sound mind, and be sober unto prayer:


My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd’s tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.


And he remembered that they were but flesh, A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.


Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.


Boast not thyself of to-morrow; For thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.


Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for wherein is he to be accounted of?


And Barzillai said unto the king, How many are the days of the years of my life, that I should go up with the king unto Jerusalem?


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