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Psalm 1:4 - Y'all Version Bible

4 The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff driven away by the wind.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

4 The ungodly are not so: But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

4 Not so the wicked [those disobedient and living without God are not so]. But they are like the chaff [worthless, dead, without substance] which the wind drives away.

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American Standard Version (1901)

4 The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

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Common English Bible

4 That’s not true for the wicked! They are like dust that the wind blows away.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

4 Not so the impious, not so. For they are like the dust that the wind casts along the face of the earth.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

4 Not so the wicked, not so: but like the dust, which the wind driveth from the face of the earth.

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Psalm 1:4
9 Tagairtí Cros  

How often is it that they are as stubble before the wind, as chaff that the storm carries away?


So are the paths of all who forget God. The hope of the godless man will perish,


Let them be as chaff before the wind, The Angel of YHWH driving them on.


But he passed away, and was no more. Though I looked for him, he could not be found.


The nations will rush like the rushing of many waters, but he will rebuke them, and they will flee far off, and will be chased like the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like the whirling dust before the storm.


But the multitude of your foes will be like fine dust, and the multitude of the ruthless ones like chaff that blows away. Yes, it will be in an instant, suddenly.


“Therefore I will scatter them as the stubble that passes away by the wind of the wilderness.


Therefore they will be like the morning mist, like the dew that passes away early, like the chaff that is driven with the whirlwind out of the threshing floor, and like the smoke out of the chimney.


His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will thoroughly cleanse his threshing floor. He will gather his wheat into the barn, but he will burn up the chaff with unquenchable fire.”


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