Verse 6
Thine owne mouth condemneth the, and not I: yee thine owne lippes shappe the an answere.
Referenced Verses
- Luke 19:22 : 22 He sayde vnto him: Of thine awne mouth iudge I the thou euell seruaunt. Knewest thou thou that I am an harde man, takynge vp that I layde not downe, and reapynge that I dyd not sowe?
- Matt 12:37 : 37 Out of thy wordes thou shalt be iustified, & out of thy wordes thou shalt be codemned.
- Job 9:20 : 20 yf I will iustifie my self, myne owne mouth shall codemne me: yf I will put forth my self for a perfecte man, he shal proue me a wicked doer:
- Job 33:8-9 : 8 Now hast thou spoken in myne eares, & I haue herde ye voyce of thy wordes: 9 I am clene without eny fawte, I am innocent, & there is no wickednesse in me. 10 But lo, he hath pyked a quarell agaynst me, & taketh me for his enemy: 11 he hath put my fote in the stockes, & loketh narowly vnto all my pathes. 12 Beholde, vnto these vnreasonable wordes of thyne wil I make answere. Shulde God be reproued of man?
- Job 34:5-9 : 5 And why? Iob hath sayde: I am rightuous, but God doth me wronge. 6 I must nedes be a lyar, though my cause be right: & violetly am I plaged, where as I made no fawte. 7 where is there soch one as Iob, yt drinketh vp scornefulnes like water? 8 which goeth in ye company of wicked doers, & walketh wt vngodly me? 9 For he saieth: Though a ma be good, yet is he naught before God.
- Job 35:2-3 : 2 Thinkest thou it right that thou sayest: I am rightuous before God 3 Seinge thou sayest so, how doest thou knowe it? What thinge hast thou more excellet, the I yt am a synner?
- Job 40:8 : 8 Wilt thou disanulle my iudgment? Or, wilt thou condemne me, yt thou thy self mayest be made rightuous?
- Job 42:3 : 3 For who can kepe his owne councell so secrete, but it shall be knowne? Therfore haue I spoken vnwysely, seynge these thinges are so hye, and passe myne vnderstondinge.
- Ps 64:8 : 8 Yee their owne tunges shall make them fall, In so moch that who so seyth the, shal laugh the to scorne.
- Matt 26:65 : 65 Then the hye prest rente his clothes, and sayde: He hath blasphemed, what nede we eny mo wytnesses? Lo, now haue ye herde his blasphemy: