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 - American Standard Version 2015 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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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,\par\tab And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
Man is like to vanity:\par\tab His days are as a shadow that passeth away.
Behold, thou hast made my days {\i as} handbreadths;\par\tab And my life-time is as nothing before thee:\par\tab Surely every man at his best estate is altogether vanity. {\i Selah
And he remembered that they were but flesh,\par\tab A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.
Oh remember how short my time is:\par\tab For what vanity hast thou created all the children of men!
Boast not thyself of to-morrow;\par\tab 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?\par
My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent:\par\tab I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom:\par\tab 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,\par\tab {\b All flesh is as grass,\par\tab And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass.\par\tab 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.\par