And Barzil´lai said unto the king, How long have I to live, that I should go up with the king unto Jerusalem?
James 4:14 - King James Version with Apocrypha - American Edition whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. More versionsKing 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. |
And Barzil´lai said unto the king, How long have I to live, that I should go up with the king unto Jerusalem?
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.
Behold, thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.
For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.
Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?
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.
but the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.
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:
But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore sober, and watch unto prayer.
And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.