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Psalm 102:11 - Y'all Version Bible

11 My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

11 My days are like an evening shadow that stretches out and declines [with the sun]; and I am withered like grass.

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American Standard Version (1901)

11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

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Common English Bible

11 My days are like a shadow soon gone. I’m dried up like dead grass.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

11 For according to the height of the heavens above the earth, so has he reinforced his mercy toward those who fear him.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

11 For according to the height of the heaven above the earth: he hath strengthened his mercy towards them that fear him.

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Psalm 102:11
12 Tagairtí Cros  

He grows up like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn’t continue.


Hᴇ has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. Hᴇ has uprooted my hope up like a tree.


I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.


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


For who knows what is good for man in life, all the days of his vain life which he spends like a shadow? For who can tell a man what will be after him under the sun?


I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.


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


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.


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


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