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Psalm 90:5 - King James 2000

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 You carry away [these disobedient people, doomed to die within forty years] as with a flood; they are as a sleep [vague and forgotten as soon as they are gone]. In the morning they are like grass which grows up–

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Common English Bible

5 You sweep humans away like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 His truth will surround you with a shield. You will not be afraid: before the terror of the night,

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Psalm 90:5
16 Tagairtí Cros  

He shall fly away as a dream, and shall not be found: yea, he shall be chased away as a vision of the night.


Who were cut down before their time, whose foundation was swept away with a flood:


They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish forever without any regarding it.


They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.


As a dream when one awakes; so, O Lord, when you awake, you shall despise their image.


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.


I considered till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night will you make an end of me.


The voice said, Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is as the flower of the field:


The grass withers, the flower fades: because the breath of the LORD blows upon it: surely the people are grass.


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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