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Isaiah 2:22 - English Standard Version 2016

Stop regarding man in whose nostrils is breath, for of what account is he?

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

Cease to trust in [weak, frail, and dying] man, whose breath is in his nostrils [for so short a time]; in what sense can he be counted as having intrinsic worth?

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American Standard Version (1901)

Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for wherein is he to be accounted of?

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Common English Bible

Quit admiring the human race, who breathe through their nostrils. Why should they be admired?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

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

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Cease ye therefore from the man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for he is reputed high.

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Isaiah 2:22
14 Tagairtí Cros  

then the Lord God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature.


Everything on the dry land in whose nostrils was the breath of life died.


as long as my breath is in me, and the spirit of God is in my nostrils,


Put not your trust in princes, in a son of man, in whom there is no salvation.


Those of low estate are but a breath; those of high estate are a delusion; in the balances they go up; they are together lighter than a breath.


what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?


Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as the dust on the scales; behold, he takes up the coastlands like fine dust.


All the nations are as nothing before him, they are accounted by him as less than nothing and emptiness.


“I, I am he who comforts you; who are you that you are afraid of man who dies, of the son of man who is made like grass,


Thus says the Lord: “Cursed is the man who trusts in man and makes flesh his strength, whose heart turns away from the Lord.


And now we call the arrogant blessed. Evildoers not only prosper but they put God to the test and they escape.’”


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.