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Psalm 92:7 - Modern English Version

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

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 That though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to be destroyed forever.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.

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Common English Bible

7 though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers seem to blossom, they do so only to be destroyed forever.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Your testimonies have been made exceedingly trustworthy. Sanctity befits your house, O Lord, with length of days.

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Psalm 92:7
21 Tagairtí Cros  

The tents of robbers are at peace, and those who provoke God are secure, into whose hand they bring their own god.


But the transgressors shall be destroyed together; the future of the wicked shall be cut off.


Behold, these are the wicked; always at ease, they increase in riches.


I was foolish and ignorant; I was like a beast before You.


They spew forth their arrogant words; all the workers of iniquity boast.


For the turning away of the simple will slay them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them.


Therefore, their inhabitants were short of strength; they were dismayed and humiliated; they were as the grass of the field and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops is scorched before it is grown up.


And now we call the proud blessed, for those who do wickedness are built up; they even test God and escape.”


Surely the day is coming, burning like an oven; all the proud, yes, all evildoers will be stubble. The day that is coming will burn them up, says the Lord of Hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch.


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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