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Psalm 1:4 - New International Version (Anglicised)

4 Not so the wicked! They are like chaff that the wind blows away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The ungodly are not so: But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Not so the wicked [those disobedient and living without God are not so]. But they are like the chaff [worthless, dead, without substance] which the wind drives away.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

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Common English Bible

4 That’s not true for the wicked! They are like dust that the wind blows away.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Not so the impious, not so. For they are like the dust that the wind casts along the face of the earth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Not so the wicked, not so: but like the dust, which the wind driveth from the face of the earth.

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Psalm 1:4
9 Tagairtí Cros  

How often are they like straw before the wind, like chaff swept away by a gale?


Such is the destiny of all who forget God; so perishes the hope of the godless.


May they be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them away;


but he soon passed away and was no more; though I looked for him, he could not be found.


Although the peoples roar like the roar of surging waters, when he rebukes them they flee far away, driven before the wind like chaff on the hills, like tumble-weed before a gale.


But your many enemies will become like fine dust, the ruthless hordes like blown chaff. Suddenly, in an instant,


‘I will scatter you like chaff driven by the desert wind.


Therefore they will be like the morning mist, like the early dew that disappears, like chaff swirling from a threshing-floor, like smoke escaping through a window.


His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing-floor, gathering his wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire.’


Lean orainn:

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