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Psalm 92:7 - Tree of Life Version

A brutish man does not know, nor does a fool understand.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

That though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to be destroyed forever.

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American Standard Version (1901)

When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.

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Common English Bible

though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers seem to blossom, they do so only to be destroyed forever.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

Your testimonies have been made exceedingly trustworthy. Sanctity befits your house, O Lord, with length of days.

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Psalm 92:7
21 Tagairtí Cros  

The tents of marauders prosper, and there is security for those who provoke God— for those whom God brings in His hand.


But transgressors will be destroyed altogether. The future of the wicked will be cut off.


Behold, such are the wicked— always at ease and amassing wealth.


I was brutish and ignorant. I was like a beast before You.


They gush out, they speak arrogance— all the evildoers keep boasting.


For the backsliding of the naïve will kill them and the complacency of fools will destroy them.


Their inhabitants are weak handed, shattered and ashamed. They are like the grass of the field and green herb, like grass on roofs, scorched before it is grown up.


So now we are calling the proud blessed. Those who practice iniquity are built up. Indeed, they have tested God, and escaped!”


For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,