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14 Because the hope of the ungodly is like thistledown[a] carried by the wind,
and like a light frost[b] driven away by a storm;
it is dispersed like smoke before the wind,
and it passes like the remembrance of a guest who stays but a day.

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  1. Wisdom 5:14 Other ancient authorities read dust
  2. Wisdom 5:14 Other ancient authorities read spider’s web

14 What hope do wicked people have? Only the hope of straw blown about in the wind, the hope of ocean foam[a] that disappears in the storm, the hope of smoke in the breeze. Their hope lasts no longer than our memory of a guest who stays one day and leaves the next.

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  1. Wisdom 5:14 ocean foam; some manuscripts have frost.
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