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James 4:14 - 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow.

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English Standard Version 2016

14 yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.

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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 an hearth.


Man is like to vanity: His days are as a shadow that passeth away.


Behold, thou hast made my days as an handbreadth; And mine age is as nothing before thee: Verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah.


For he remembered that they were but flesh; A wind that passeth away, and cometh not again.


Remember how short my time is: Wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?


Boast not thyself of to morrow; For thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.


Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils: for wherein is he to be accounted of?


Mine 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 with pining sickness: From day even to night wilt thou 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 withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:


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


And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.


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