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Isaiah 2:22 - Revised Version 1885

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

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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  

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.


all in whose nostrils was the breath of the spirit of life, of all that was in the dry land, died.


(For my life is yet whole in me, And the spirit of God is in my nostrils;)


Put not your trust in princes, Nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help.


Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: In the balances they will go up; They are together lighter than vanity.


What is man, that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him?


Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as a very little thing.


All the nations are as nothing before him; they are counted to him less than nothing, and vanity.


I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou art afraid of man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass;


Thus saith the LORD: Cursed is the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD.


And now we call the proud happy; yea, they that work wickedness are built up; yea, they tempt God, and are delivered.


whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.