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Isaiah 2:22 - American Standard Version 2015

22 Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for wherein is he to be accounted of?\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

22 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

22 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)

22 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

22 Quit admiring the human race, who breathe through their nostrils. Why should they be admired?

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Catholic Public Domain Version

22 Therefore, rest away from man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for he considers himself to be exalted.

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Isaiah 2:22
14 Tagairtí Cros  

And Jehovah 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 on the dry land, died.


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


Put not your trust in princes,\par\tab 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:\par\tab In the balances they will go up;\par\tab They are together lighter than vanity.


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


Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are accounted 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 accounted by him as less than nothing, and vanity.\par


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 that shall be made as grass;


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


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


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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