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Psalm 146:4 - Tree of Life Version

His breath departs, he returns to his dust. In that very day his plans perish.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

When his breath leaves him, he returns to his earth; in that very day his [previous] thoughts, plans, and purposes perish. [I Cor. 2:6.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.

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Common English Bible

Their breath leaves them, then they go back to the ground. On that very same day, their plans die too.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

He numbers the multitude of the stars, and he calls them all by their names.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Who telleth the number of the stars: and calleth them all by their names.

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Psalm 146:4
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Then Adonai Elohim formed the man out of the dust from the ground and He breathed into his nostrils a breath of life—so the man became a living being.


By the sweat of your brow will you eat food, until you return to the ground, since from it were you taken. For you are dust, and to dust will you return.”


Now I am about to bring the flood—water upon the land—to destroy all flesh in which is the spirit of life from under the sky. Everything that is on the land will perish.


But man dies and is powerless. Man expires—and where is he?


If his sons achieve honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he does not perceive it.


“My spirit is broken, my days have cut short, the graveyard awaits me.


My days have passed, my plans are torn apart. Yet the desires of my heart


as long as my breath is still in me, the Ruach of God in my nostrils,


But when You hide Your face— they are dismayed. You take away their breath— they perish, and return to their dust.


Adonai foils the purpose of the nations. He thwarts the plans of the peoples.


You turn mankind back to dust, saying, “Return, children of Adam!”


Then the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.


Their love, their hatred, and their zeal have already perished; never again will they have a share in anything that is done under the sun.


Stop trusting in mankind —whose breath is in his nose— for what is he really worth?


The anointed of Adonai, the breath of our nostrils, was captured in their pits, of whom we have said, “Under His shadow we will live among the nations.”


Instead you have exalted yourself against the Lord of heaven. You had the vessels of His House brought before you, and you and your nobles, your consorts and your concubines have been drinking wine in them. You have praised the gods made of silver and gold, of bronze, iron, wood and stone, which cannot see or hear or understand. Yet you did not honor the God who holds in His hand your very breath and all your ways.


We do speak wisdom, however, among those who are mature—but not a wisdom of this age or of the rulers of this age, who are coming to nothing.