Amos 3:5
Doth a byrde fall in a snare vpo ye earth where no fouler is? Taketh a man his snare vp from the grounde, afore he catche somwhat?
Doth a byrde fall in a snare vpo ye earth where no fouler is? Taketh a man his snare vp from the grounde, afore he catche somwhat?
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4Doth a lyon roare in the wodde, excepte he haue a pray? Or crieth a lyons whelpe out of his denne, excepte he haue gotten somthige?
8For his fete shalbe taken in the nett, and he shal walke in the snare.
9His fote shalbe holden in the gilder, and the thurstie shal catch him.
10The snare is layed for him in the grounde, and a pytfall in the waye.
17But in vayne is ye net layed forth before the byrdes eyes.
6Crie they out Alarum with the trompet in the cite, and the people not afrayed? Commeth there eny plage in a cite, without it be the LORDES doinge?
23so longe till she hath wounded his lyuer with hir darte: like as yf a byrde haisted to the snare, not knowinge that the parell of his life lyeth there vpo.
9But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
12For a man knoweth not his tyme, but like as the fyshe are take with the angle, and as the byrdes are catched wt the snare: Eue so are men taken in the perilous tyme, when it commeth sodenly vpon them.
5Saue thy self as a doo fro ye honde, & as a byrde fro the hode of the fouler.
7ye snare is broke, and we are delyuered.
7There is a waye also that the byrdes knowe not, that no vulturs eye hath sene:
8wherin ye proude & hye mynded walke not, & where no lyon commeth.
10Therfore art thou compased aboute with snares on euery syde, & sodely vexed wt feare.
9yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
26For amonge my people are founde wicked personnes, that priuely laye snares and waite for men, to take them, and destroye them.
27And like as a net is full of byrdes, so are their houses full of that, which they haue gotten with falsede and disceate. Herof cometh their greate substaunce and riches,
5The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
14My honde hath founde out the hoostes of the people, as it were a nest. And like as egges, that were layde here and there, are gathered together: So do I gather all countrees. And there is no man, yt darre be so bolde, as to touch a fether, that darre open his mouth, or once whisper.
24Who darre laye honde vpon him openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put an hoke thorow his nose, ad laye a snare for him?
5Yf ye theues & robbers came to ye bynight, thou takinge thy rest: shulde they not steale, till they had ynough? yf the grape gatherers came vpon the, wolde they not leaue the some grapes?
7For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.
8Let a sodane destruccio come vpon him vnawarres, and ye nett that he hath layed priuely, catch him self, that he maye fall in to his owne myschefe.
15As for the Heithen, the are suncke downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nette, which they spred out priuely, is their owne fote take.
17And therfore, (o thou that dwellest vpon the earth) there is at hode for the, feare, pyt and snare.
18Who so escapeth the terrible crie, shal fall in to the pyt. And yf he come out of the pyt, he shalbe take with the snare. For the wyndowes aboue shalbe opened, and the foundacion of the earth shal moue.
21soch as laboure to drawe me vnto synne: and yt disceaue him, which reproueth them in the gate, & soch as turne good personnes to vanite.
39Huntest thou the praye fro the Lyon, or fedest thou his whelpes
40lyege in their denes & lurkinge in their couches?
15He hath grauen and dygged vp a pytte, but he shal fall himself in to ye pytte yt he hath made.
11The disceatfull maketh a nest, but bringeth forth no yonge: He commeth by riches, but not rightuously. In the myddest off his life must he leaue them behinde him, and at the last be founde a very foole.
14Thou makest men as the fish in the see, and like as the crepinge beestes, that haue no gyde.
15They take vp all with their angle, they catch it in their net, & gather it in their yarne: wherof they reioyce and are glad.
8But he yt dyggeth vp a pytt, shall fall therin himself: & who so breaketh downe the hedge, a serpent shal byte him.
21She is hyd from the eyes of all men, yee & fro the foules of the ayre.
19Yee like as when a ma runeth fro a lyon, and a Beer meteth with him: or, whe he commeth into the house, and leeneth his honde vpon the wall, a serpent byteth him.
5that his haruest was eaten vp off the hungrie: that the weapened man had spoyled it, and that the thurstie had droncke vp his riches. It is not the earth that bryngeth forth trauayle,
6Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
5Wilt thou take thy pastyne wt him as with a byrde, or geue him vnto thy maydens,
6The synne of ye wicked is his owne snare, but ye righteous shal be glad and reioyse.
24I myself haue layed wayte for the, & thou art taken: vnawarres art thou trapped & snared: for why, thou hast prouoked ye LORDE vnto anger:
26Commeth it thorow thy wysdome, that the goshauke flyeth towarde the south?
27Doth the Aegle mounte vp & make his nest on hye at thy commaundement?
3For he shal deliuer the fro the snare of the hunter, & fro the noysome pestilence.
2Like as ye byrde and the swalowe take their flight and fle here and there, so the curse that is geuen in vayne, shal not light vpon a man.
17For the fyge trees shal not be grene, & the vynes shal beare no frute. The laboure of ye olyue shalbe but lost, and the londe shall bringe no corne: the shepe shalbe taken out of ye folde, and there shalbe no catell in ye stalles.
17Wherfore they cast out their net agayne, & neuer ceasse to slaye the people.
5Speares and snares are in ye waye of the frowarde, but he yt wil kepe his soule, let him fle fro soch.
3Thus sayeth the LORDE God: I wil sprede my net ouer ye, namely, a greate multitude of people: these shal dryue the into my yarne,
13My lyne will I sprede out vpon him, and catch him in my net, and carie him to Babilon, in the lode of the Caldees: which he shal not se, & yet shal he dye there.