while their inhabitants, shorn of strength, are dismayed and confounded; they have become like plants of the field and like tender grass, like grass on the housetops that is scorched before the east wind.
1 Peter 1:24 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021 For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, More versionsKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 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: Amplified Bible - Classic Edition For all flesh (mankind) is like grass, and all its glory (honor) like [the] flower of grass. The grass withers and the flower drops off, American Standard Version (1901) For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth: Common English Bible Thus, “All human life on the earth is like grass, ” “and all human glory is like a flower in a field. ” “The grass dries up and its flower falls off, ” Catholic Public Domain Version For all flesh is like the grass and all its glory is like the flower of the grass. The grass withers and its flower falls away. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version For all flesh is as grass; and all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass is withered, and the flower thereof is fallen away. |
while their inhabitants, shorn of strength, are dismayed and confounded; they have become like plants of the field and like tender grass, like grass on the housetops that is scorched before the east wind.
comes up like a flower and withers, flees like a shadow and does not last.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass; I am too wasted to eat my bread.
As for mortals, their days are like grass; they flourish like a flower of the field;
Let them be like the grass on the housetops that withers before it grows up,
Surely everyone goes about like a shadow. Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; they heap up and do not know who will gather.
You sweep them away; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning;
though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever,
I, I am he who comforts you; why then are you afraid of a mere mortal who must die, a human being who fades like grass?
But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?
Yet you do not even know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
And the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God abide forever.