Proverbs 8:4
It is you O ye men saith she whom I call, vnto the chyldren of men do I lyft vp my voyce.
It is you O ye men saith she whom I call, vnto the chyldren of men do I lyft vp my voyce.
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1Doth not wysdome crye? doth not vnderstanding put foorth her voyce?
2She standeth in the top of high places, by the way in the place of the pathes:
3She cryeth at the gates of the citie, at the entrye of the doores:
5Take heede vnto knowledge O ye ignoraunt, be ye wise in heart O ye fooles.
6Geue eare, for I wyll speake of great matters, and open my lippes to tell thinges that be right:
2Heare my wordes O ye wise men, hearken vnto me ye that haue vnderstanding:
24Heare me now therfore O my chylde, and marke the wordes of my mouth:
20Wisdome cryeth without, and putteth foorth her voyce in the streetes:
21She calleth before the congregation in the open gates, and sheweth her wordes through the citie, saying:
16If thou nowe haue vnderstanding, heare what I say, and hearken to the voyce of my wordes:
23O turne you at my correction: lo I wyll expresse my mynde vnto you, and make you vnderstande my wordes.
24Because I haue called, and ye refused, I haue stretched out my hande, and no man regarded:
3She hath sent foorth her maydens to crye vpon the highest place of the citie,
4Who so is without knowledge, let him come hither: And to the vnwise she said,
34Let men of vnderstanding tell me, and let a wyse man hearken vnto me.
1To the chiefe musition on Neginoth, a psalme of Dauid. Heare me when I call O God of my righteousnesse: thou hast set me at libertie when I was in distresse.
2O ye sonnes of men, how long wyll ye go about to bryng my glory to confusion? ye loue vanitie, ye seeke after lyes. Selah.
9The Lordes voyce cryeth vnto the citie, and the man that shalbe saued considereth thy name: hearken what is your rodde, & heare him that warneth you.
31As for the rounde compasse of this worlde I make it ioyfull: for my delite is to be among the chyldren of men.
32Therefore hearken vnto me: O ye chyldren, blessed are they that kepe my wayes.
1Crye I pray thee, if there be any that will aunswere thee, & loke thou vpon any of the holy.
15To call such as go by, and that walke straight in their wayes.
16Who so is ignoraunt sayeth she let hym come hyther: and to the vnwyse she saith,
2That thou wylt encline thine eares vnto wisdome: applye thine heart then to vnderstandyng.
3For if thou cryest after wisdome, and cryest for knowledge:
6I call vpon thee O God, for thou wilt heare me: incline thine eare to me, hearken vnto my wordes.
7Heare me nowe therefore O ye chyldren, and depart not from the wordes of my mouth.
1Heare O ye chyldren a fatherly instruction, & take good heede, that ye may learne vnderstanding.
34Blessed is the man that heareth me, watching dayly at my gates, and geuing attendaunce at the postes of my doores.
22Then call, and I wyll aunswere: or let me speake, and geue me then an aunswere.
23Heare ye then, and hearken vnto my voyce, consider and ponder my speache.
1My sonne geue heede vnto my wisdome, and bowe thyne eare vnto my prudence:
1A wise instruction of Asaph. Heare my lawe O my people: enclyne your eares vnto the wordes of my mouth.
1A Psalme of Dauid. O God I call vpon thee, haste thee vnto me: geue eare vnto my voyce whylest I crye vnto thee.
15Thou shalt call me and I shall aunswere thee, despise not thou the worke of thyne owne handes.
2Hearken thou vnto the voyce of my crying my kyng and my Lorde: for vnto thee I wyll make my prayer.
1To the chiefe musition, destroy not, a golden psalme of Dauid. O ye that consult together, pronounce ye truely the thing that is iust? O ye sonnes of men iudge you according to equitie?
4O hearken thou vnto me also, and let me speake: aunswere vnto the thing that I wyll aske thee.
18I communed with myne owne heart also concernyng the children of men, howe God hath chosen them, and yet letteth them appeare as though they were beastes.
13Thou that dwellest in the gardens, O let me heare thy voyce, that my companions may hearken to the same.
10As for al you, turne you and get you hence I pray you seeing I can not finde one wyse man among you.
56Thou hast heard my voyce, and hast not turned away thyne eares from my sighing and crying.
8Understande ye vnwyse among the people: O ye fooles, when wyll ye be well aduised?
4What is man that thou art myndfull of him? and the sonne of man that thou visitest hym?
9Up ye riche and idle women, hearken vnto my voyce, ye carelesse daughters marke my wordes.
3Girde vp thy loynes lyke a man: for I wyl question with thee, see thou geue me a direct aunswere.
4Is it for mans sake that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, shoulde not my spirite then be in sore trouble?
8Now hast thou spoken in myne eares, & I haue heard the voyce of thy wordes:
4Say vnto wysdome, thou art my sister: and call vnderstanding thy kinsewoman:
4Therfore shalt thou prophecie against them: yea prophecie O sonne of man.