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Psalm 39:6 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Surely every man walks to and fro–like a shadow in a pantomime; surely for futility and emptiness he is in turmoil; each one heaps up riches, not knowing who will gather them. [I Cor. 7:31; James 4:14.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

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Common English Bible

6 Yes, people wander around like shadows; yes, they hustle and bustle, but pointlessly; they don’t even know who will get the wealth they’ve amassed.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 You have accomplished your many wonders, O Lord my God, and there is no one similar to you in your thoughts. I have announced and I have spoken: they are multiplied beyond number.

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Psalm 39:6
31 Tagairtí Cros  

*Man, who is born of a woman, is of few days, and full of trouble.


I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.


Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.


It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for he gives sleep to his loved ones.


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


What man is he who shall live and not see death, who shall deliver his soul from the power of She'ol? Selah.


A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children, but the wealth of the sinner is stored for the righteous.


Why do you set your eyes on that which is not? For it certainly sprouts wings like an eagle and flies in the sky.


for riches are not forever, nor does even the crown endure to all generations.


I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and behold, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.


Therefore remove sorrow from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh; for youth and the dawn of life are vanity.


This is the end of the matter. All has been heard. Fear God, and keep his mitzvot; for this is the whole duty of man.


Vanity of vanities, says Kohelet. All is vanity!


For to the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy; but to the sinner he gives travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him who pleases God. This also is vanity and a chasing after wind.


I also gathered silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and of the provinces. I got myself male and female singers, and the delights of the sons of men--musical instruments, and that of all sorts.


Those riches perish by misfortune, and if he has fathered a son, there is nothing in his hand.


Why do you spend money for that which is not bread? and your labor for that which doesn't satisfy? listen diligently to me, and eat you that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.


If then you aren't able to do even the least things, why are you anxious about the rest?


Don't seek what you will eat or what you will drink; neither be anxious.


and those who use the world, as not using it to the fullest. For the mode of this world passes away.


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.


Your gold and your silver are corroded, and their corrosion will be for a testimony against you, and will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up your treasure in the last days.


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;


casting all your worries on him, because he cares for you.


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