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1 Peter 1:24 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

24 For, *All flesh is like grass, and all of man's glory like the flower in the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls;

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

24 For All flesh is as grass, And all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

24 For all flesh (mankind) is like grass, and all its glory (honor) like [the] flower of grass. The grass withers and the flower drops off,

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American Standard Version (1901)

24 For, All flesh is as grass, And all the glory thereof as the flower of grass. The grass withereth, and the flower falleth:

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Common English Bible

24 Thus, “All human life on the earth is like grass, ” “and all human glory is like a flower in a field. ” “The grass dries up and its flower falls off, ”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

24 For all flesh is like the grass and all its glory is like the flower of the grass. The grass withers and its flower falls away.

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1 Peter 1:24
15 Tagairtí Cros  

Therefore their inhabitants were of small power, they were dismayed and confounded; they were as the grass of the field, and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops, and as grain blasted before it is grown up.


He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.


My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.


As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.


Let them be as the grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up;


For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.


*Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn't know who shall gather.


You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.


though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evil-doers flourish, they will be destroyed forever.


I, even I, am he who comforts you: who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who shall be made as grass;


But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today exists, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, won't he much more clothe you, you of little faith?


Whereas you don't know what your life will be like tomorrow. For what is your life? For you are a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.


The world is passing away with its lusts, but he who does God's will remains forever.


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