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Psalm 49:16 - Revised Standard Version

16 Be not afraid when one becomes rich, when the glory of his house increases.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

16 Be not thou afraid when one is made rich, When the glory of his house is increased;

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

16 Be not afraid when [an ungodly] one is made rich, when the wealth and glory of his house are increased;

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American Standard Version (1901)

16 Be not thou afraid when one is made rich, When the glory of his house is increased:

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Common English Bible

16 Don’t be overly impressed when someone becomes rich, their house swelling to fantastic proportions,

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Catholic Public Domain Version

16 But to the sinner, God has said: Why do you discourse on my justices, and take up my covenant through your mouth?

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

16 But to the sinner God hath said: Why dost thou declare my justices, and take my covenant in thy mouth?

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Psalm 49:16
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Now Jacob heard that the sons of Laban were saying, “Jacob has taken all that was our father's; and from what was our father's he has gained all this wealth.”


And Haman recounted to them the splendor of his riches, the number of his sons, all the promotions with which the king had honored him, and how he had advanced him above the princes and the servants of the king.


Fret not yourself because of the wicked, be not envious of wrongdoers!


Be still before the Lord, and wait patiently for him; fret not yourself over him who prospers in his way, over the man who carries out evil devices!


Why should I fear in times of trouble, when the iniquity of my persecutors surrounds me,


When the righteous triumph, there is great glory; but when the wicked rise, men hide themselves.


Shall I ransom them from the power of Sheol? Shall I redeem them from Death? O Death, where are your plagues? O Sheol, where is your destruction? Compassion is hid from my eyes.


By its light shall the nations walk; and the kings of the earth shall bring their glory into it,


they shall bring into it the glory and the honor of the nations.


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