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Isaiah 2:22 - New Revised Standard Version

Turn away from mortals, who have only breath in their nostrils, for of what account are they?

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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 man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and the man became a living being.


everything on 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,


Do not put your trust in princes, in mortals, in whom there is no help.


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 are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?


Even the nations are like a drop from a bucket, and are accounted as dust on the scales; see, he takes up the isles 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; why then are you afraid of a mere mortal who must die, a human being who fades like grass?


Thus says the Lord: Cursed are those who trust in mere mortals and make mere flesh their strength, whose hearts turn away from the Lord.


Now we count the arrogant happy; evildoers not only prosper, but when they put God to the test they escape.”


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