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James 4:14 - Tree of Life Version

14 Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

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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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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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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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James 4:14
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For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,


“Let me know, Adonai, my end and what the number of my days is. Let me know how short-lived I am.


The world is passing away along with its desire, but the one who does the will of God abides forever.


Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.


and the rich person in his humble position, because like the flower of the grass he will pass away.


How long, Adonai, will You hide Yourself? Forever? Will Your fury keep burning like fire?


Now the end of all things is near. So be self-controlled and sober-minded for prayer.


Like a shepherd’s tent, my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me. Like a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom. From day until night You make my end.


For He remembered that they are but flesh, a passing breath that never returns.


Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.


Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.


Stop trusting in mankind —whose breath is in his nose— for what is he really worth?


The king said to Barzillai, “Cross over with me, and I will provide for you with me in Jerusalem.”


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