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James 4:14 - New Revised Standard Version

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.

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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  

But Barzillai said to the king, “How many years have I still to live, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.


They are like a breath; their days are like a passing shadow.


You have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight. Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah


He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and does not come again.


Remember how short my time is— for what vanity you have created all mortals!


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


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


My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver I have rolled up my life; he cuts me off from the loom; from day to night you bring me to an end;


and the rich in being brought low, because the rich will disappear like a flower in the field.


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


The end of all things is near; therefore be serious and discipline yourselves for the sake of your prayers.


And the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God live forever.