Psalm 90:5 - Tree of Life Version

⁵ You sweep them away in their sleep. In the morning they are like sprouting grass—

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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 is saying, “Cry out!” So I said, “What shall I cry out?” “All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.

1 Peter 1:24

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

Psalm 73:20

Like a dream when one awakes, thus when You arise, my Lord, You will despise their form.

Job 22:16

They were snatched away before their time, their foundations washed away by a river.

Job 20:8

Like a dream, he flies away and they cannot find him; like a vision of the night, he is chased away.

Job 9:26

They slip by like reed boats, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Job 4:20

From morning until evening they are beaten into pieces— unnoticed, they perish forever.

Isaiah 38:12

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.

Isaiah 38:13

I stilled my soul till morning. Like a lion, He will break all my bones. From day till night You make my end.

Isaiah 40:7

The grass withers, the flower fades. For the breath of Adonai blows on it. Surely the people are grass.