Verse 26

By an harlot a man is brought to beg his bread, and a woman wyll hunte for the pretious life of man.

Referenced Verses

  • Prov 29:3 : 3 Who so loueth wisdome, maketh his father a glad man: but he that kepeth companie with harlottes, spendeth away that he hath.
  • 1 Sam 2:36 : 36 And all that are left in thyne house, shall come and crouch to him for a peece of siluer and a morsell of bread, and shal saye: Put me (I pray thee) in one office or other among ye priestes, that I may eate a morsell of bread.
  • Prov 5:10 : 10 That other men be not filled with thy vertues, and that thy labours come not in a straunge house.
  • Prov 7:23 : 23 So long tyll she had wounded his lyuer with her dart: lyke as if a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowing that the perill of his life lieth thervpon.
  • Gen 39:14 : 14 She called vnto the men of her house, and tolde them, saying: See, he hath brought in an Hebrue vnto vs, to do vs shame: for he came in to me to haue lyen with me, and I began to crie with a loude voyce:
  • Prov 29:8 : 8 Scornefull men bryng a citie into a snare: but wise men turne away wrath.
  • Ezek 13:8 : 8 Therfore thus saith the Lorde God, Because ye haue spoken vanitie, and haue seene lies: therfore beholde I am against you, saith the Lorde God:
  • Ezek 13:18 : 18 And say, thus saith the Lorde God: Wo be vnto them that sowe pillowes vnder all arme holes, and put kirchifes vpon the heades of euery stature to hunt soules. Wyll ye hunt the soules of my people, and geue life to the soules that come vnto you?
  • Luke 15:13-15 : 13 And not long after, when the younger sonne had gathered all that he had together, he toke his iourney into a farre countrey, and there wasted his goodes with riotous lyuyng. 14 And when he had spent all, there arose a great dearth in all that lande, and he began to lacke. 15 And he ioyned hym selfe to a citizen of that countrey: and he sent hym to his farme, to feede swyne.
  • Luke 15:30 : 30 But assoone as this thy sonne was come, which hath deuoured thy goodes with harlottes, thou hast for his pleasure kylled that fat calfe.