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Psalm 92:7 - New Revised Standard Version

7 though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction forever,

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever:

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 That though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to be destroyed forever.

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 When the wicked spring as the grass, And when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; It is that they shall be destroyed for ever.

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Common English Bible

7 though the wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers seem to blossom, they do so only to be destroyed forever.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 Your testimonies have been made exceedingly trustworthy. Sanctity befits your house, O Lord, with length of days.

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Psalm 92:7
21 Tagairtí Cros  

The tents of robbers are at peace, and those who provoke God are secure, who bring their god in their hands.


But transgressors shall be altogether destroyed; the posterity of the wicked shall be cut off.


Such are the wicked; always at ease, they increase in riches.


I was stupid and ignorant; I was like a brute beast toward you.


They pour out their arrogant words; all the evildoers boast.


For waywardness kills the simple, and the complacency of fools destroys them;


while their inhabitants, shorn of strength, are dismayed and confounded; they have become like plants of the field and like tender grass, like grass on the housetops, blighted before it is grown.


Now we count the arrogant happy; evildoers not only prosper, but when they put God to the test they escape.”


See, the day is coming, burning like an oven, when all the arrogant and all evildoers will be stubble; the day that comes shall burn them up, says the Lord of hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch.


For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls,


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