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Psalm 1:4 - Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Not so the impious, not so. For they are like the dust that the wind casts along the face of the earth.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The ungodly are not so: But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Not so the wicked [those disobedient and living without God are not so]. But they are like the chaff [worthless, dead, without substance] which the wind drives away.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

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Common English Bible

4 That’s not true for the wicked! They are like dust that the wind blows away.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Not so the wicked, not so: but like the dust, which the wind driveth from the face of the earth.

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English Standard Version 2016

4 The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away.

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Psalm 1:4
9 Tagairtí Cros  

They will be like chaff before the face of the wind, and like ashes that the whirlwind scatters.


Just so are the ways of all who forget God, and the hope of the hypocrite will perish.


He has been considering iniquity on his bed. He has set himself on every way that is not good; moreover, he has not hated evil.


The peoples will make a noise, like the noise of waters overflowing, but he will rebuke him, and so he will flee far away. And he will be quickly taken away, like the dust of the mountains before the face of the wind, and like a whirlwind before a tempest.


And the multitude of those who fan you will be like fine dust. And the multitude of those who have prevailed against you will be like embers fading away.


And I will scatter them like chaff, which is carried away by the wind in the desert.


For this reason, they will be like the morning clouds, and like the morning dew that passes away, just like the dust that is driven by a whirlwind away from the threshing floor, and like the smoke from a chimney.


His winnowing fan is in his hand. And he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing floor. And he will gather his wheat into the barn. But the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire."


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