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James 4:14 - Modern King James Version

14 who do not know of the morrow. For what is your life? For it is a vapor, which appears for a little time, and then disappears.

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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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

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

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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

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


For my days go up like smoke, and my bones glow like a firebrand.


Man is like vanity; his days are like a shadow that passes away.


Behold, You have made my days as a handbreadth, and my age is as nothing before You. Surely every man standing is altogether vanity. Selah.


For He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away and does not come again.


Remember, I pray, how short my time is; why have You made all men in vain?


Do not boast yourself of tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth.


Cease from man, whose breath is in his nostril; for in what is he to be esteemed?


My generation is departed and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You will make an end of me.


and the rich one rejoice in his humiliation, because he shall pass away as the flower of the grass.


For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of men as the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and its flower falls out,


But the end of all things has drawn near. Therefore be of sound mind, and be sensible to prayers.


And the world passes away, and the lust of it, but he who does the will of God abides forever.


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