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Psalm 90:5 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

5 You sweep them away; they are like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 You carry away [these disobedient people, doomed to die within forty years] as with a flood; they are as a sleep [vague and forgotten as soon as they are gone]. In the morning they are like grass which grows up–

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Common English Bible

5 You sweep humans away like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 His truth will surround you with a shield. You will not be afraid: before the terror of the night,

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

5 His truth shall compass thee with a shield: thou shalt not be afraid of the terror of the night.

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Psalm 90:5
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They will fly away like a dream and not be found; they will be chased away like a vision of the night.


They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away by a flood.


Between morning and evening they are destroyed; they perish forever without any regarding it.


They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.


They are like a dream when one awakes; on awaking you despise their phantoms.


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;


I cry for help until morning; like a lion he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end.


A voice says, “Cry out!” And I said, “What shall I cry?” All flesh is grass; their constancy is like the flower of the field.


The grass withers; the flower fades, [[when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely the people are grass.


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


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