4th Century BC - Decades and Years

Decades and Years

Decades and years

4th century

409–400 409 408 407 406 405 404 403 402 401 400
390s 399 398 397 396 395 394 393 392 391 390
380s 389 388 387 386 385 384 383 382 381 380
370s 379 378 377 376 375 374 373 372 371 370
360s 369 368 367 366 365 364 363 362 361 360
350s 359 358 357 356 355 354 353 352 351 350
340s 349 348 347 346 345 344 343 342 341 340
330s 339 338 337 336 335 334 333 332 331 330
320s 329 328 327 326 325 324 323 322 321 320
310s 319 318 317 316 315 314 313 312 311 310
309–300 309 308 307 306 305 304 303 302 301 300
290s 299 298 297 296 295 294 293 292 291 290
Centuries and millennia
Millennium Century
BC (BCE)
4th 40th 39th 38th 37th 36th 35th 34th 33rd 32nd 31st
3rd 30th 29th 28th 27th 26th 25th 24th 23rd 22nd 21st
2nd 20th 19th 18th 17th 16th 15th 14th 13th 12th 11th
1st 10th 9th 8th 7th 6th 5th 4th 3rd 2nd 1st
AD (CE)
1st 1st 2nd 3rd 4th 5th 6th 7th 8th 9th 10th
2nd 11th 12th 13th 14th 15th 16th 17th 18th 19th 20th
3rd 21st 22nd 23rd 24th 25th 26th 27th 28th 29th 30th
4th 31st 32nd 33rd 34th 35th 36th 37th 38th 39th 40th

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