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James 1:11

Rotherham Emphasized Bible 1902

For the sun hath sprung up, with it scorching heat, and hath withered the grass, and, the flower thereof, hath fallen out, and, the beauty of the face thereof, hath perished,—so, also the rich, in his goings, shall languish.

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and, when the sun arose, it was scorched,—and, by reason of its not having root, it was dried up;

and, the sun arising, it was scorched, and, because it had no root, it withered away;

And, when the Chief Shepherd is manifested, ye shall bear away, the unfading crown of glory.

Unto an inheritance, incorruptible and undefiled and unfading, reserved in the heavens for you

And, they who use the world, as though they used it not to the full,—for the fashion of this world passeth away;

Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.

They shall neither hunger, nor thirst, Nor shall smite them the glowing sand, or the glaring sun,—For, he that hath compassion upon them, will lead them, And unto springs of water, will he conduct them.

So shall his fading wreath of majestic beauty, Which is on the head of the fertile valley, become—Like the first-ripe fig before fruit-harvest, Which when he that looketh upon it seeth while it is yet in his hand, he swalloweth it up.

Alas! for the proud crown of the drunkards of Ephraim, And for his fading wreath of majestic beauty,—Which is on the head of the fertile valley, of them who are overcome with wine.

As he came from his mother’s womb, naked, he again departeth, as he came,—and, nothing, can he take of his toil, which he can carry in his hand.

My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.

For, like grass, soon shall they wither, and, like green herbage, shall they fade.

Surely as a shadow, doth every man wander, Surely in vain, do they bustle about, he heapeth things up, and knoweth not who shall gather them in.

In the morning, it sprouteth and shooteth up, By the evening, it is cut down and withered.

As for man, like grass, are his days, Like the blossom of the field, so, doth he blossom;

Now, if the grass of the field—which to-day, is, and, to-morrow, into an oven, is cast—God thus adorneth, not much rather, you, little of faith?

These last, one hour, wrought, and thou hast made them, equal unto us, who have borne the burden of the day, and the scorching heat.

The sons of the foreigner, were disheartened, and came quaking, out of their fortresses.




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