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James 4:14 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

14 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.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 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.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 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].

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 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.

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Common English Bible

14 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.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow.

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James 4:14
17 Cross References  

For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,


You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight. Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah


And the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God abide forever.


For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.


and the rich in having been humbled, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.


Remember how short my time is— for what vanity you have created all mortals!


The end of all things is near; therefore be serious and discipline yourselves for the sake of your prayers.


My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;


He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.


They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.


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


[[Turn away from mortals, who have only breath in their nostrils, for of what account are they?]]


But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years have I still to live, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


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