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Psalm 90:5 - King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 You carry away [these disobedient people, doomed to die within forty years] as with a flood; they are as a sleep [vague and forgotten as soon as they are gone]. In the morning they are like grass which grows up–

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Common English Bible

5 You sweep humans away like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 His truth will surround you with a shield. You will not be afraid: before the terror of the night,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 His truth shall compass thee with a shield: thou shalt not be afraid of the terror of the night.

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Psalm 90:5
16 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:


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


As a dream when one awaketh; So, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou shalt despise their image.


Which were cut down out of time, Whose foundation was overflown with a flood:


He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: Yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.


They are passed away as the swift ships: As the eagle that hasteth to the prey.


They are destroyed from morning to evening: They perish for ever without any regarding it.


Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.


I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.


the grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass.


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