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James 4:16 - Revised Standard Version CI

As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

But now ye rejoice in your boastings: all such rejoicing is evil.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

But as it is, you boast [falsely] in your presumption and your self-conceit. All such boasting is wrong.

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American Standard Version (1901)

But now ye glory in your vauntings: all such glorying is evil.

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Common English Bible

But now you boast and brag, and all such boasting is evil.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

But now you exult in your arrogance. All such exultation is wicked.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

But now you rejoice in your arrogancies. All such rejoicing is wicked.

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James 4:16
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Why do you boast, O mighty man, of mischief done against the godly? All the day


“See the man who would not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his riches, and sought refuge in his wealth!”


Like clouds and wind without rain is a man who boasts of a gift he does not give.


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


You felt secure in your wickedness, you said, “No one sees me”; your wisdom and your knowledge led you astray, and you said in your heart, “I am, and there is no one besides me.”


Your boasting is not good. Do you not know that a little leaven leavens the whole lump?


But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast and be false to the truth.


For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the pride of life, is not of the Father but is of the world.


As she glorified herself and played the wanton, so give her a like measure of torment and mourning. Since in her heart she says, ‘A queen I sit, I am no widow, mourning I shall never see,’