And Barzillai said unto the king, How many are the days of the years of my life, that I should go up with the king unto Jerusalem?
James 4:14 - Revised Version with Apocrypha 1895 whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapour, 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 Barzillai said unto the king, How many are the days of the years of my life, that I should go up with the king unto Jerusalem?
For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
Behold, thou hast made my days as handbreadths; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. Selah
And he remembered that they were but flesh; A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.
O remember how short my time is: For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
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 removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up like a weaver my life; he will cut me off from the loom: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
and 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 thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:
But the end of all things is at hand: be ye therefore of sound mind, and be sober unto prayer:
And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.