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James 4:14 - Catholic Public Domain Version

consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow.

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King 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.

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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].

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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.

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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.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow.

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English Standard Version 2016

yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

And Barzillai said to the king: "How many days remain in the years of my life, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


He forgives all your iniquities. He heals all your infirmities.


Generation after generation will praise your works, and they will declare your power.


Blessed is the man whose hope is in the name of the Lord, and who has no respect for vanities and absurd falsehoods.


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


Therefore, rest away from man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for he considers himself to be exalted.


My longevity has been taken away; it has been folded up and taken from me, like the tent of a shepherd. My life has been cut off, as if by a weaver. While I was still beginning, he cut me off. From morning until evening, you have marked out my limits.


and a rich one, in his humiliation, for he will pass away like the flower of the grass.


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


But the end of everything draws near. And so, be prudent, and be vigilant in your prayers.


And the world is passing away, with its desire. But whoever does the will of God abides unto eternity.