But Barzillai said to the sovereign, “How many are the days of my life, that I should go up with the sovereign to Yerushalayim?
James 4:14 - The Scriptures 2009 when you do not know of tomorrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapour that appears for a little, and then disappears – Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition 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]. American Standard Version (1901) 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. Common English Bible 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. Catholic Public Domain Version consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow. |
But Barzillai said to the sovereign, “How many are the days of my life, that I should go up with the sovereign to Yerushalayim?
For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
See, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime is as non-existence before You; Only, all men standing, are all breath. Selah.”
For He remembered that they were but flesh, A passing breath that does not return.
Please remember how short my time is; Why should you have created all the sons of men for naught?
Do not boast of tomorrow, For you do not know what a day brings forth.
Cease from man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for in what is he to be reckoned upon?
“My dwelling is plucked up, taken from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have cut off my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom. From day to night You make an end of me.
but the rich in his humiliation, because as a flower of the field he shall pass away.
because “All flesh is as grass, and all the esteem of man as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls away,
But the end of all has drawn near. Therefore be sober-minded, and be attentive in the prayers.
And the world passes away, and the lust of it, but the one doing the desire of Elohim remains forever.