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Psalm 90:5 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition

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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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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)

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

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

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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


which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood:


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


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


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


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 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:


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


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: