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Psalm 90:5 - Tree of Life Version

5 You sweep them away in their sleep. In the morning they are like sprouting grass—

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

5 You carry away [these disobedient people, doomed to die within forty years] as with a flood; they are as a sleep [vague and forgotten as soon as they are gone]. In the morning they are like grass which grows up–

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American Standard Version (1901)

5 Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: In the morning they are like grass which groweth up.

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Common English Bible

5 You sweep humans away like a dream, like grass that is renewed in the morning.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

5 His truth will surround you with a shield. You will not be afraid: before the terror of the night,

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Psalm 90:5
16 Tagairtí Cros  

Like a dream, he flies away and they cannot find him; like a vision of the night, he is chased away.


They were snatched away before their time, their foundations washed away by a river.


From morning until evening they are beaten into pieces— unnoticed, they perish forever.


They slip by like reed boats, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.


Like a dream when one awakes, thus when You arise, my Lord, You will despise their form.


Like a shepherd’s tent, my dwelling is pulled up and carried away from me. Like a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom. From day until night You make my end.


I stilled my soul till morning. Like a lion, He will break all my bones. From day till night You make my end.


A voice is saying, “Cry out!” So I said, “What shall I cry out?” “All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.


The grass withers, the flower fades. For the breath of Adonai blows on it. Surely the people are grass.


For, “All humanity is like grass, And all its glory like a wildflower. The grass withers, and the flower falls off,


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