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James 4:14 - King James 2000

14 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.

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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  

And Barzillai said unto the king, How long have I to live, that I should go up with the king unto Jerusalem?


For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.


Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passes away.


Behold, you have made my days as a handbreadth; and my age is as nothing before you: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.


For he remembered that they were but flesh; a wind that passes away, and comes not again.


Remember how short my time is: why have you made all men in vain?


Boast not yourself of tomorrow; for you know not what a day may bring forth.


Turn away from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for of what account is he?


My age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off from the loom: from day even to night will you make an end of me.


But the rich, in that he is made low: because as the flower of the grass he shall pass away.


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:


But the end of all things is at hand: be therefore sober minded, and watch unto prayer.


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


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