Ecclesiastes 10:19
Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.
Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.
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15 Therfore I commende gladnesse, because a man hath no better thinge vnder the Sonne, then to eate and drynke, and to be mery: for that shal he haue of his laboure all the daies of his life, which God geueth him vnder the Sonne.+
15 Thou bryngest fode out of the earth: wyne to make glad ye herte of ma, oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, & bred to strength mans herte.
17 He yt hath pleasure in banckettes, shal be a poore man: Who so delyteth in wyne and delicates, shal not be riche.
7 Go thou yi waye then, eate thy bred with ioye, & drynke yi wyne wt gladnesse, for thy workes please God.
13 The herte is soroufull euen in laughter, and the ende of myrth is heuynesse.
15 All the dayes of the poore are miserable, but a quyete herte is as a cotynuall feast.
16 Better is a litle with the feare of the LORDE then greate treasure, for they are not without sorowe.
1 The sayde I thus in my hert: Now go to, I wil take myne ease & haue good dayes. But lo, that was vanite also:
2 in so moch that I sayde vnto laughter: thou art madd, and to myrth: what doest thou?
3 So I thought in my herte, to withdrawe my flesh from wyne, to applye my mynde vnto wy?dome, and to comprehede foolishnes vntill the tyme that (amonge all ye thinges which are vnder ye Sonne) I might se what were best for men to do, so longe as they lyue vnder heauen.
18 Therfore me thinke it a better and a fayrer thinge, a man to eate and drynke, and to be refreshed of all his laboure, yt he taketh vnder the Sonne all the dayes of his life which God geueth him, for this is his porcion.
19 For vnto whom so euer God geueth riches, goodes and power, he geueth it him to enioye it, to take it for his porcion, and to be refreshed of his laboure: this is now the gifte of God.
20 For he thinketh not moch how longe he shal lyue, for so moch as God fylleth his hert with gladnesse.
26 and geue the money for all that thy soule desyreth, whether it be oxe, shepe, wyne, stronge drynke, or for what so euer thy soule desyreth, and eate there before the LORDE thy God, and be mery, thou and thine housholde,
22 The blessynge of the LORDE maketh rich me, as for carefull trauayle, it doth nothinge therto.
23 A foole doth wickedly & maketh but a sporte of it: neuertheles it is wysdome for a man to bewarre of soch.
1 Wyne is a voluptuous thinge, & drockennes causeth sedicion: who so delyteth therin, shal neuer be wyse.
10 so shal thy barnes be fylled with plenteousnesse, and thy presses shal flowe ouer with swete wyne.
17 But well is the (O thou realme and londe) whose kinge is come of nobles, and whose prynces eate in due season, for strength and not for lust.
18 Thorow slouthfulnesse the balkes fall downe, and thorow ydle hades it rayneth in at the house.
22 A mery herte maketh a lusty age, but a sorowfull mide dryeth vp ye bones.
13 A mery herte maketh a chearfull countenaunce, but an vnquyet mynde maketh it heuy.
24 Is it not better then for a ma to eate and drynke, and his soule to be mery in his laboure? Yee I sawe that this also was a gifte of God:
25 For who maye eate, drynke, or brynge eny thige to passe without him? And why?
6 Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
7 that they maye drynke it, & forget their misery & aduersite.
21 Thy mouth shall he fyll with laughynge, ad thy lyppes with gladnesse.
13 For all yt a man eateth & drynketh, yee what so euer a ma enioyeth of all his labor, ye same is a gift of God.
19 & wil saye vnto my soule: Soule, thou hast moch goodes layed vp in stoare for many yeares, take now thine ease, eate, drinke, and be mery.
22 Thorow a seruaut yt beareth rule, thorow a foole yt hath greate riches,
10 He that loueth money, wil neuer be satisfied with money: and who so delyteth in riches, shal haue no profit therof. Is not this also a vayne thinge?
11 Where as many riches are, there are many also that spende them awaye. And what pleasure more hath he that possesseth them, sauynge that he maye loke vpon them with his eyes?
20 In a wyse mans house there is greate treasure and plenteousnesse, but a foolish body spendeth vp all.
23 O how ioyfull a thinge is it, a man to geue a conuenient answere? O how pleasaunt is a worde spoken in due season?
7 All the laboure that a man taketh, is for himself, and yet his desyre is neuer fylled after his mynde.
11 In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
13 But they to fulfil their lust and wilfulnes, slaugter oxe, they kyll shepe, they eate costly meate, & drynke wyne: let vs eate and drinke, tomorow we shal die.
6 For the laughinge of fooles is like ye crackynge of thornes vnder a pott. And yt is but a vayne thinge.
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
8 The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende:
12 Come (saye they) I wil fetch wyne, so shal we fyll oure selues, that we maye be dronken. And do tomorow, like as to daye, yee and moch more.
4 Riches make many frendes, but the poore is forsake of his owne frendes.
20 Wysh the kynge no euell in yi thought, and speake no hurte of ye ryche in thy preuy chambre: for a byrde of the ayre shal betraye thy voyce, and wt hir fethers shal she bewraye thy wordes.
23 Diliget labor bryngeth riches, but where many vayne wordes are, truly there is scarcenesse.
2 It is better to go in to an house of mournynge, then in to a bancket house. For there is the ende of all men, and he that is lyuinge, taketh it to herte.
3 It is better to be sory then to laugh, for whe the countenaunce is heuy, the herte is ioyfull.
4 The herte of ye wyse is in the mournynge house, but the hert of the foolish is in the house of myrth.
5 O come on youre waye, eate my bred, and drynke my wyne, which I haue poured out for you.
5 Like as the wyne disceaueth the dronckarde, euen so the proude shal fayle & not endure. He openeth his desyre wyde vp as the hell, & is as vnsaciable as death. All Heithen gathereth he to him, & heapeth vnto him all people.
12 And all the people wente their waye to eate and drinke, and to sende parte vnto other, and to make greate myrth, for they had vnderstonde the wordes that were declared vnto them.