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Psalm 39:6 - Modern King James Version

6 Surely a man walks about like a shadow! Surely they are in an uproar in vain. He heaps up, and does not know who shall gather them.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain shew: Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

6 Surely every man walks to and fro–like a shadow in a pantomime; surely for futility and emptiness he is in turmoil; each one heaps up riches, not knowing who will gather them. [I Cor. 7:31; James 4:14.]

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American Standard Version (1901)

6 Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches, and knoweth not who shall gather them.

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Common English Bible

6 Yes, people wander around like shadows; yes, they hustle and bustle, but pointlessly; they don’t even know who will get the wealth they’ve amassed.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

6 You have accomplished your many wonders, O Lord my God, and there is no one similar to you in your thoughts. I have announced and I have spoken: they are multiplied beyond number.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

6 Thou hast multiplied thy wonderful works, O Lord my God: and in thy thoughts there is no one like to thee. I have declared and I have spoken they are multiplied above number.

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Psalm 39:6
31 Tagairtí Cros  

Man born of woman is of few days, and full of trouble.


I despise them; I will not live always; let me alone, for my days are vanity.


Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall no more see good.


It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows; for so He gives His beloved sleep.


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


What man lives and never sees death? Shall he deliver his soul from the hand of the grave? Selah.


A good man leaves an inheritance to his sons' sons, and the wealth of the sinner is laid up for the just.


Will your eyes fly on it? And it is gone! For surely it makes wings for itself; it flies into the heavens like an eagle.


For riches are not forever; nor the crown from generation to generation.


I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.


Therefore remove vexation from your heart, and put away evil from your flesh; for childhood and prime of life are vanity.


Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter. Fear God, and keep His commandments. For this is the whole duty of man.


Vanity of vanities, says the preacher; all is vanity.


For God gives wisdom, and knowledge, and joy to a man who is good in His sight. But to the sinner He gives labor, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him who is good before God. This also is vanity and vexation of spirit.


I also gathered silver and gold to myself, and the treasure of kings and of the provinces. I got men singers and women singers for myself, and the delights of the sons of men, a wife and very many wives.


But those riches perish by evil use. And he brings forth a son, and nothing is in his hand.


Why do you weigh silver for what is not bread? and your labor for what never satisfies? Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness.


If then you are not able to do even the least, why are you anxious about the rest?


And do not seek what you shall eat, nor what you shall drink, and stop being in anxiety.


And they who use this world are as not abusing it, for the fashion of this world is passing away.


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.


Your gold and silver have corroded, and their poison will be a witness against you, and will eat your flesh as fire. You heaped treasure in the last days.


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,


casting all your anxiety onto Him, for He cares for you.


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