Psalm 90:5 - New Revised Standard Version Catholic Interconfessional

⁵ You sweep them away; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning;

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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.

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–

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.

Common English Bible

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

Catholic Public Domain Version

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

Psalm 90:5 Referencias Cruzadas

Isaiah 40:6

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All people are grass, their constancy is like the flower of the field.

1 Peter 1:24

For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,

Psalm 73:20

They are like a dream when one awakes; on awaking you despise their phantoms.

Job 22:16

They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away by a flood.

Job 20:8

They will fly away like a dream, and not be found; they will be chased away like a vision of the night.

Job 9:26

They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.

Job 4:20

Between morning and evening they are destroyed; they perish forever without any regarding it.

Isaiah 38:12

My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;

Isaiah 38:13

I cry for help until morning; like a lion he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end.

Isaiah 40:7

The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.