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James 4:14 - Y'all Version Bible

14 Yet y’all don’t know what will happen tomorrow. For what is y’all’s life? Y’all are a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

14 whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

14 Yet you do not know [the least thing] about what may happen tomorrow. What is the nature of your life? You are [really] but a wisp of vapor (a puff of smoke, a mist) that is visible for a little while and then disappears [into thin air].

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American Standard Version (1901)

14 whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

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Common English Bible

14 You don’t really know about tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for only a short while before it vanishes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

14 consider that you do not know what will be tomorrow.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

14 Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow.

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James 4:14
17 Tagairtí Cros  

Barzillai said to the king, “How many are the days of the years of my life, that I should go up with the king to Jerusalem?


For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.


Man is like a breath. Hɪꜱ days are like a shadow that passes away.


Indeed, you have made my days mere hand widths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every human stands as a breath.” Selah.


Hᴇ remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.


Remember how short my time is, for what vanity you have created all the children of men!


Don’t boast about tomorrow; for you don’t know what a day may bring.


Y’all must stop trusting in humankind, whose breath is in their nostrils. Why should they be esteemed?


My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.


but the rich person should take pride in their humiliation, since they will pass away like a wildflower in the grass.


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


The end of all things is near. Therefore y’all are to be self-controlled and sober-minded for prayer.


The world is passing away with its desires, but the one who does God’s will remains forever.


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