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James 1:11

Good News Translation (US Version)

The sun rises with its blazing heat and burns the plant; its flower falls off, and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way the rich will be destroyed while they go about their business.

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Then, when the sun came up, it burned the young plants; and because the roots had not grown deep enough, the plants soon dried up.

But when the sun came up, it burned the young plants; and because the roots had not grown deep enough, the plants soon dried up.

And when the Chief Shepherd appears, you will receive the glorious crown which will never lose its brightness.

and so we look forward to possessing the rich blessings that God keeps for his people. He keeps them for you in heaven, where they cannot decay or spoil or fade away.

those who deal in material goods, as though they were not fully occupied with them. For this world, as it is now, will not last much longer.

I am beaten down like dry grass; I have lost my desire for food.

they will never be hungry or thirsty. Sun and desert heat will not hurt them, for they will be led by one who loves them. He will lead them to springs of water.

The fading glory of those proud leaders will disappear like the first figs of the season, picked and eaten as soon as they are ripe.

The kingdom of Israel is doomed! Its glory is fading like the crowns of flowers on the heads of its drunken leaders. Their proud heads are well perfumed, but there they lie, dead drunk.

We leave this world just as we entered it—with nothing. In spite of all our work there is nothing we can take with us.

My life is like the evening shadows; I am like dry grass.

They will soon disappear like grass that dries up; they will die like plants that wither.

no more than a shadow. All we do is for nothing; we gather wealth, but don't know who will get it.

that grow and burst into bloom, then dry up and die in the evening.

As for us, our life is like grass. We grow and flourish like a wild flower;

It is God who clothes the wild grass—grass that is here today and gone tomorrow, burned up in the oven. Won't he be all the more sure to clothe you? What little faith you have!

‘These men who were hired last worked only one hour,’ they said, ‘while we put up with a whole day's work in the hot sun—yet you paid them the same as you paid us!’

They lose their courage and come trembling from their fortresses.




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