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James 4:14 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

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

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 Yet you do not know [the least thing] about what may happen tomorrow. What is the nature of your life? You are [really] but a wisp of vapor (a puff of smoke, a mist) that is visible for a little while and then disappears [into thin air].

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 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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Common English Bible

14 You don’t really know about tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for only a short while before it vanishes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow.

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English Standard Version 2016

14 yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

And Berzellai said to the king: How many are the days of the years of my life that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


Who forgiveth all thy iniquities: who healeth all thy diseases.


Generation and generation shall praise thy works: and they shall declare thy power.


Blessed is the man whose trust is in the name of the Lord; and who hath not had regard to vanities, and lying follies.


Boast not for to morrow, for thou knowest not what the day to come may bring forth.


Cease ye therefore from the man, whose breath is in his nostrils, for he is reputed high.


My generation is at an end; and it is rolled away from me, as a shepherd's tent. My life is cut off, as by a weaver: whilst I was yet but beginning, he cut me off. From morning even to night thou wilt make an end of me.


And the rich, in his being low; because as the flower of the grass shall he pass away.


For all flesh is as grass; and all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass is withered, and the flower thereof is fallen away.


But the end of all is at hand. Be prudent therefore, and watch in prayers.


And the world passeth away, and the concupiscence thereof: but he that doth the will of God, abideth for ever.


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