Proverbs 23:29
Who hath wo? who hath sorowe? who hath strife? who hath brawling? and who hath woundes without a cause?
Who hath wo? who hath sorowe? who hath strife? who hath brawling? and who hath woundes without a cause?
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30Or who hath red eyes? euen they that be euer at the wine, & seeke excesse.
31Looke not thou vpon the wine howe red it is, and what a colour it geueth in the glasse:
32It goeth downe sweetely, but at the last it byteth like a serpent, and stingeth lyke an adder.
33Thyne eyes shall beholde straunge women, and thyne heart shall vtter lewde thinges:
11Wo be vnto them that rise vp early to folowe drunkennesse, continuyng vntyll nyght, tyll they be set on fire with wine.
1Wine maketh a man to be scornefull, & strong drinke causeth a man to be vnquiet: who so delighteth therin shall not be wyse.
15Wo vnto him that geueth his neyghbour drinke, thou ioynest thy heate, and makest him drunken also, that thou mayest see their priuities.
21Wo be vnto them that are wise in their owne syght, and thynke them selues to haue vnderstandyng.
22Wo be vnto them that are strong to suppe out wine, and expert men to set vp drunkennesse.
10He that winketh with his eye, wyll cause sorowe: but he that hath a foolishe mouth, shalbe beaten.
5Yea in deede the proude man is as he that transgresseth by wine, therfore shall he not endure, because he hath enlarged his desire as the hell, & is as death, and can not be satisfied, but gathereth vnto him all nations, and heapeth vnto him all people.
11The poore are fayne to labour in their oyle mylles, yea and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffer thirst.
12Men out of the citie crye vnto the Lord with sighing, the soules of the slayne also crye out, yet God regardeth not their complaynt.
28She lyeth in wayte as for a pray, and increaseth the transgressours amongst men.
9They shall drynke no more wine with mirth, strong drynke shalbe bytter to them that drinke it.
35They haue beaten me shalt thou say and I was not sicke, they haue stricken me, and I felt it not: When I am well wakened, I wil go to the drinke again.
7The wine fayleth, the vine hath no myght, all they that haue ben mery of heart are come to mournyng.
5Awake ye drunkardes, & weepe, howle all ye wine bibbers for lacke of newe wine: for it is cleane taken away from your mouth.
15A brawling woman and the roofe of the house dropping in a raynie day, may well be compared together.
13An vndiscrete sonne is the heauinesse of his father, and a brawlyng wyfe is like the toppe of an house wherthrough it is euer dropping.
11In the streetes is there a crying because of wine, all cheare is vanished away, the myrth of the lande is gone.
6Geue strong drynke vnto such as are redy to perishe, and wine vnto those that mourne:
6From the sole of the foote vnto the head there is nothyng sounde in it: but woundes, blaynes, and putrifiyng sore: they haue not ben salued, neither wrapped vp, neither molified with the oyntment.
9If a wise man contendeth with a foole: whether he be angry or laugh, there is no rest.
42And a noyse of a mery company at it, and with the men, beside the multitude of the people, were brought men of Saba out of the desert, which gaue them bracelettes vpon their handes, and beautifull crownes vpon their heades.
12Why doth thyne heart so bewitche thee? And wherefore winckest thou with thyne eyes,
17He that hath pleasure in bankettes shalbe a poore man: and whoso delighteth in wyne and delicates, shall not be riche.
20Kepe not company with wine bibbers, and riotous eaters of fleshe:
21For suche as be drunkardes and riotours shall come to pouertie: and he that is geuen to muche sleepe, shall go with a ragged coate.
17All the dayes of his lyfe also he dyd eate in the darke, with great carefulnesse, sicknesse, and sorowe.
3Why doest thou shew me iniquitie, and cause me to beholde sorowe? for spoyling and violence are before me, & there are that rayse vp stryfe and contention,
17Who so goeth by and medleth with other mens strife: he is like one that taketh a dogge by the eares.
18As he that fayneth him selfe mad, casteth firebrandes, deadly arrowes and dartes:
19So doth a dissembler with his neighbour, and saith, am not I in sport?
11Whordome, wine, and newe wine, take the heart away.
2She weepeth sore in the nyght, so that the teares runne downe her cheekes: for among all her louers there is none that geueth her any comfort, yea her next friendes transgresse agaynst her, and are become her enemies.
17For they eate the bread of wickednes, and drinke the wine of robberie.
4Wrath is a cruell thing, and furiousnesse is a very tempest: but who is able to abide enuie?
33He getteth him selfe a plague and dishonour, and his reproche shall neuer be put out:
2As for the foolish ma, wrathfulnesse killeth him, and enuie slayeth the ignorant.
19Thy wound shall not be healed, thy plague is great, all that heare of thee, clap their handes: For to whom hath not thy euil dealing pearsed continually?
10Cast out the scorneful man, and so shal strife go out with hym: yea variaunce and sclaunder shall ceasse.
10Among the proude there is euer strife: but with the well aduised is wisdome.
31Who dare declare his way to his face? who wil rewarde him for that he doth?
30What wylt thou nowe do, thou being destroyed? For though thou clothest thy selfe with scarlet, and deckest thee with golde, though thou payntest thy face with colours nowe, yet shalt thou trimme thy selfe in vayne: For those that hitherto haue ben thy louers, shall abhorre thee, and go about to slay thee.
8Which goeth in the companie of wicked doers, and walketh with vngodly men?
25An vndiscrete sonne is a griefe vnto his father: and an heauinesse vnto his mother.
3Who so loueth wisdome, maketh his father a glad man: but he that kepeth companie with harlottes, spendeth away that he hath.
9As is a thorne in the hande of a drunkarde: so is a parable in a fooles mouth.