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James 4:14 - Christian Standard Bible Anglicised

Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring #– #what your life will be! For you are like vapour that appears for a little while, then vanishes.

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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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Catholic Public Domain Version

consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow.

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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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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Barzillai replied to the king, ‘How many years of my life are left that I should go up to Jerusalem with the king?


Don’t boast about tomorrow, for you don’t know what a day might bring.


Put no more trust in a mere human, who has only the breath in his nostrils. What is he really worth?


My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; he cuts me off from the loom. By nightfall  you make an end of me.


but let the rich boast in his humiliation because he will pass away like a flower of the field.


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


The end of all things is near;  therefore, be alert and sober-minded  for prayer.


And the world with its lust is passing away,  but the one who does the will of God  remains for ever.