Proverbs 31:19
She layeth her fingers to the spindle, & her hande taketh holde of the distaffe.
She layeth her fingers to the spindle, & her hande taketh holde of the distaffe.
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20 She openeth her hande to the poore, yea she stretcheth foorth her handes to such as haue neede.
21 She feareth not that the colde of wynter shall hurt her housholde, for all her housholde folkes are clothed with scarlet.
22 She maketh her selfe faire ornametes, her clothyng is white silke and purple.
23 Her husbande is much set by in the gates, when he sitteth among the rulers of the lande.
24 She maketh cloth of silke, and selleth it: and deliuereth girdles vnto the marchaunt.
25 Strength and honour is her clothing, and in the latter day she shall reioyce.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdome, and in her tongue is the lawe of grace.
27 She loketh well to the wayes of her housholde: and eateth not her bread with idlenesse.
28 Her children arise vp & call her blessed: and her husbande shall make much of her.
29 Many daughters there be that gather riches together: but thou goest aboue them all.
30 As for fauour it is deceiptfull, & beautie is a vayne thyng: but a woman that feareth the Lorde, shalbe praysed.
31 Geue her of the fruite of her handes: and let her owne workes prayse her in the gates.
10 Who so fyndeth an honest faythfull woman, she is much more worth then pearles.
11 The heart of her husbande may safely trust in her, so that he shall fall into no pouertie.
12 She wyll do hym good, and not euill, all the dayes of her lyfe.
13 She occupieth wooll and flaxe, and laboureth gladly with her handes.
14 She is like a marchauntes ship, that bryngeth her vittayles from a farre.
15 She is vp in the nyght season, to prouide meate for her housholde, and foode for her maydens.
16 She considereth lande, and byeth it: and with the fruite of her handes she planteth a vineyarde.
17 She girdeth her loynes with strength, and fortifieth her armes.
18 And yf she perceaue that her huswiferie doth good, her candell goeth not out by nyght.
25 And all the women that were wyse hearted, dyd spinne with their handes, and brought the spun worke, both of blewe silke, purple, scarlet, & white silke.
26 And all the women that excelled in wisdome of heart, spun Goates heere.
15 She is more worth then pretious stones: and all the thinges that thou canst desire, are not to be compared vnto her.
16 In her right hande is long life, and in her left hande riches and honour.
17 Her wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all her pathes are peaceable.
18 She is a tree of lyfe to them that lay holde vpon her: and blessed is he that kepeth her fast.
26 She put her hande to the nayle, & her ryght hande to the smythes hammer: with the hammer smote she Sisara, & smote his head, wounded him, and pearsed his temples.
1 Wyse women vpholde their house: but a foolishe wyfe plucketh it downe.
28 The spyder laboureth with her handes, and is in kynges palaces.
14 Sitteth at the doore of her house, and in the hye places of the citie,
10 Then let my wife grinde vnto an other man, and let other men lye with her.
8 Yet in the sommer she prouideth her meate, and gathereth her foode together in the haruest.
7 Whereof the mower fylleth not his hande: neither he that byndeth vp the sheaues his armes full.
9 She shal beautifie thy head with manyfolde graces, and garnishe thee with a crowne of glory.
11 If when men striue together one with another, the wife of the one drawe neare for to ryd her husbande out of the handes of hym that smyteth hym, and put foorth her hande and take hym by the secretes:
12 Thou shalt cut of her hande, and let not thyne eye pitie her.
19 If I haue seene any perishe for want of clothing, or any poore for lake of rayment:
20 If his loynes haue not blessed me, because he was warmed with the fleece of my sheepe:
23 A spiteful woman when she is maried, and an handmayde that is heire to her maistresse.
11 She was full of loude wordes and redye to dallie, whose feete coulde not abide in the house:
12 Nowe is she without, nowe in the streates, and lyeth in wayte at euery corner.
26 And I founde that a woman is bitterer then death, the whiche hath cast abrode her heart as a net that men fishe with, and her handes are chaynes: Who so pleaseth God shall escape from her, but the sinner wyll be taken with her.
16 He that stilleth her, stilleth the winde, and stoppeth the smell of the oyntment in his hande.
2 She hath kylled her victuals, powred out her wine, and prepared her table:
3 She hath sent foorth her maydens to crye vpon the highest place of the citie,
16 So harde is she vnto her young ones as though they were not hers, and laboureth in vaine without any feare.
4 An idle hande maketh poore: but a quicke labouring hande maketh riche.
2 She standeth in the top of high places, by the way in the place of the pathes:
29 From whence he seeketh his praye, and loketh farre about with his eyes.