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Psalm 49:17 - New Revised Standard Version

17 For when they die they will carry nothing away; their wealth will not go down after them.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

17 For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: His glory shall not descend after him.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

17 For when he dies he will carry nothing away; his glory will not descend after him.

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American Standard Version (1901)

17 For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away; His glory shall not descend after him.

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Common English Bible

17 because when they die, they won’t take any of it with them. Their fantastic things won’t accompany them down under.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

17 Truly, you have hated discipline, and you have cast my sermons behind you.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

17 Seeing thou hast hated discipline: and hast cast my words behind thee.

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Psalm 49:17
10 Tagairtí Cros  

He said, “Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there; the Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.”


They go to bed with wealth, but will do so no more; they open their eyes, and it is gone.


from mortals—by your hand, O Lord— from mortals whose portion in life is in this world. May their bellies be filled with what you have stored up for them; may their children have more than enough; may they leave something over to their little ones.


As they came from their mother's womb, so they shall go again, naked as they came; they shall take nothing for their toil, which they may carry away with their hands.


What will you do on the day of punishment, in the calamity that will come from far away? To whom will you flee for help, and where will you leave your wealth,


Therefore Sheol has enlarged its appetite and opened its mouth beyond measure; the nobility of Jerusalem and her multitude go down, her throng and all who exult in her.


But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life is being demanded of you. And the things you have prepared, whose will they be?’


He called out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in agony in these flames.’


It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power.


for we brought nothing into the world, so that we can take nothing out of it;


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