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1 Peter 1:24 - Modern English Version

24 For “All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass. The grass withers, and its flower 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  

Their inhabitants are powerless; they are terrified and ashamed. They are like grass of the field and new vegetation, grass on the roof tops, scorched before it stands.


He comes forth like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and does not continue.


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


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


Let them be like grass on the housetops, which withers before it grows up,


For they will soon fade like the grass, and wither like the green herb.


Surely every man walks around like a shadow; surely they make an uproar in vain; he heaps up riches, and does not know who will gather them.


You carry them away like a flood; they fall asleep; in the morning they are like grass that grows anew:


that though the wicked spring up like grass and though all the workers of iniquity flourish, they will be destroyed forever:


I, even I, am He who comforts you. Who are you that you should be afraid of a man who shall die, and of the son of man who shall be made as grass,


Therefore, if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is here and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?


whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? It is just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away.


The world and its desires are passing away, but the one who does the will of God lives forever.


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