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1 Peter 1:24 - King James 2000

24 For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower thereof falls away:

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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 blighted before it is grown up.


He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down: he flees also as a shadow, and continues not.


My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.


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


Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withers before it grows up:


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


Surely every man walks in a vain show: surely they are in turmoil in vain: he heaps up riches, and knows not who shall gather them.


You carry them away as with a flood; they are like a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.


When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed forever:


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


Therefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?


Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.


And the world passes away, and the lust thereof: but he that does the will of God abides forever.


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