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Psalm 49:17 - Tree of Life Version

17 Do not be afraid when a man gets rich, when his house’s splendor increases.

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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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Psalm 49:17
10 Tagairtí Cros  

Then he said: “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will return there. Adonai gave and Adonai has taken away; blessed be the Name of Adonai.”


“He lies down wealthy, but will gather no more. When he opens his eyes, all is gone!


from men, with Your hand, Adonai, from men of the world whose portion is in this life. You fill their belly with Your treasure —with plenty of children— and leave their surplus to their babes.


This too is a grievous wrong. Just as he came, so will he go, so what does he gain, from his toiling for the wind?


What will you do in the day of visitation, when desolation comes from afar? To whom will you flee for help? Where will you leave your wealth?


Therefore Sheol has enlarged its gullet and opened its measureless mouth— down goes her glory, her tumult, her uproar, and the revelry in her.


But God said to him, ‘You fool! Tonight your soul is being demanded back from you! And what you have prepared, whose will that be?’


So he cried out and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me! And send Lazarus so he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool off my tongue, because I am suffering torment in this flame.’


Sown in dishonor, raised in glory! Sown in weakness, raised in power!


For we brought nothing into this world, So we cannot take anything out of it.


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