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James 4:14 - New International Version (Anglicised)

14 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

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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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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

But Barzillai answered the king, ‘How many more years shall I live, that I should go up to Jerusalem with the king?


For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.


They are like a breath; their days are like a fleeting shadow.


You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.


He remembered that they were but flesh, a passing breeze that does not return.


Remember how fleeting is my life. For what futility you have created all humanity!


Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.


Stop trusting in mere humans, who have but a breath in their nostrils. Why hold them in esteem?


Like a shepherd’s tent my house has been pulled down and taken from me. Like a weaver I have rolled up my life, and he has cut me off from the loom; day and night you made an end of me.


But the rich should take pride in their humiliation – since they will pass away like a wild flower.


For, ‘All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,


The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and of sober mind so that you may pray.


The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives for ever.


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