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James 4:14 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

14 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.

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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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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Barzillai said to the king, How many are the days of the years of my life, that I should go up with the king to Yerushalayim?


For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.


Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.


Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.* Selah.


He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.


Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you created all the children of men!


Don't boast about tomorrow; for you don't know what a day may bring forth.


Stop trusting in man, whose breath is in his nostrils; for of what account is he?


My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.


and the rich, in that he is made humble, because like the flower in the grass, he will pass away.


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;


But the end of all things is near. Therefore be of sound mind, self-controlled, and sober in prayer.


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


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