Psalms Chapter 103 verse 16 Holy Bible

ASV Psalms 103:16

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.
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BBE Psalms 103:16

The wind goes over it and it is gone; and its place sees it no longer.
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DARBY Psalms 103:16

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof knoweth it no more.
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KJV Psalms 103:16

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
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WBT Psalms 103:16


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WEB Psalms 103:16

For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.
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YLT Psalms 103:16

For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.
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Psalms 103 : 16 Bible Verse Songs

Pulpit Commentary

Pulpit CommentaryVerse 16. - For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; literally, it is not. The burning sirocco, the wind of the desert, variously named in various places, blows upon the flower, and almost immediately scorches it up. So man, when he flourishes most, is for the most part brought low by the wind of suffering, trouble, sickness, calamity, and sinks out of sight. And the place thereof shall know it no more; rather, knows it no more. Seeing it not, forgets it, as if it had never been. So with the greatest men - they pass away and are forgotten (comp. Job 7:10).

Ellicott's Commentary

Ellicott's Commentary for English Readers(16) The wind--i.e., the hot, scorching blast, as in Isaiah 40:7. Even in our humid climate, it may be said of a flower--"If one sharp wind sweep o'er the field,It withers in an hour."But the pestilential winds of the East are described as bringing a heat like that of an oven, which immediately blasts every green thing.Know it no more.--Comp. Job 7:10. Man vanishes away without leaving a trace behind. The pathos of the verse has been well caught in the well-known lines of Gray:--"One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill,Along the heath, and near his favourite tree:Another came, nor yet beside the rill, . . .