Ecclesiastes 11:5
Now like as thou knowest not the waye of the wynde, ner how ye bones are fylled in a mothers wombe: Euen so thou knowest not the workes of God, which is the workemaster of all.
Now like as thou knowest not the waye of the wynde, ner how ye bones are fylled in a mothers wombe: Euen so thou knowest not the workes of God, which is the workemaster of all.
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6Cease not thou therfore with thy handes to sowe thy sede, whether it be in ye mornynge or in the euenynge: for thou knowest not whether this or that shall prospere, & yf they both take, it is the better.
4He that regardeth ye wynde, shal not sowe: and he that hath respecte vnto the cloudes, shal not reape.
7And why? a man knoweth not what is for to come, for who wyll tell him?
27and slepeth, and stondeth vp night and daye, and the sede spryngeth vp, & groweth, he not knowinge of it.
16When I applied my mynde to lerne wy?dome, and to knowe the trauayle that is in the worlde (and that of soch a fashion, yt I suffred not myne eyes to slepe nether daye ner night)
17I vnderstode of all ye workes of God, that it is not possible for a man, to attayne vnto ye workes that are done vnder ye Sonne: and though he bestowe his laboure to seke them out, yet can he not reach vnto the: yee though a wyse man wolde vndertake to knowe them, yet might he not fynde them.
14For oft times they perishe with his greate misery and trouble: and yf he haue a childe, it getteth nothinge.
15Like as he came naked out of his mothers wombe, so goeth he thither agayne, and carieth nothinge awaye with him of all his laboure.
16This is a miserable plage, yt he shal go awaye euen as he came. What helpeth it him then, yt he hath labored in the wynde?
8The wynde bloweth where he wyl, and thou hearest his sounde: but thou canst not tell whece he commeth, and whither he goeth. So is euery one, that is borne of the sprete.
9What is he, but he knoweth, that ye hode of the LORDE made all these?
16Art thou of his coucell, when he spredeth out the cloudes? Hast thou the perfecte knowlege of his wonders?
21Who knoweth the sprete of man yt goeth vpwarde, and the breth of the beest yt goeth downe in to the earth?
20yt thou mayest bringe vs vnto their quarters, yf thou cast tell the waye to their houses.
21Knewest thou (when thou wast borne) how olde thou shuldest be?
11For what ma knoweth what is in man, saue the sprete of ma which is in him? Euen so no man knoweth what is in God, saue ye sprete of God.
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
7Wilt thou fynde out God with thy sekynge? wilt thou attayne to the perfectnesse of the Allmightie?
8He is hyer the heaue, what wilt thou do? Deper the hell, how wilt thou then knowe him?
11A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
12For who knoweth what is good for man lyuynge, in ye dayes of his vayne life, which is but a shadowe? Or, who wil tell a man, what shal happen after him vnder the Sonne?
37And what sowest thou? thou sowest not ye body that shalbe, but a bare corne, namely of wheate, or of some other.
9What knowest thou, yt we knowe not? What vnderstondest thou, but we can the same?
4Knowest thou not this, namely: that from the begynninge (euer sence the creacion of man vpon earth)
9which doth thinges, that are vnsearcheable, and marueles without nobre:
10He doth greate thinges, soch as are vnsearcheable, yee and wonders without nombre.
11Yf he came by me, I might not loke vpo him: yf he wente his waye, I shulde not perceaue it.
14& yet ca not tell what shal happe to morowe. For what thinge is youre life? It is euen a vapoure that apereth for a lytell tyme, and the vanysheth awaye:
13Considre the worke of God, how that no man can make the thinge straight, which he maketh croked.
3For who can kepe his owne councell so secrete, but it shall be knowne? Therfore haue I spoken vnwysely, seynge these thinges are so hye, and passe myne vnderstondinge.
11All this hath he ordened maruelous goodly, to euery thinge his due tyme. He hath plated ignoraunce also in the hertes of men, yt they shulde not fynde out ye grounde of his workes, which he doth from ye beginninge to ye ende.
2Rekenest thou the monethes after they ingendre, yt thou knowest the tyme of their bearinge?
10What so euer thou takest in hande to do, that do with all thy power: for amoge the deed (where as thou goest vnto) there is nether worke, councell, knowlege ner wy?dome.
11So I turned me vnto other thinges vnder ye Sonne, and I sawe, that in runnynge, it helpeth not to be swift: in batayll, it helpeth not to be stronge: to fedynge, it helpeth not to be wyse: to riches, it helpeth not to be sutyll: to be had in fauoure, it helpeth not to be connynge: but that all lyeth in tyme & fortune.
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.
15Thine eyes se myne vnparfitnesse, they stonde all writte i thy boke:
6She regardeth not the path of life, so vnstedfast are hir wayes, that thou canst not knowe them.
7Or dust be turned againe vnto earth from whence it came, and or the sprete returne vnto God, which gaue it.
24The LORDE ordreth euery mas goinges, for what is he, that vnderstondeth his owne wayes?
2Geue it awaye amonge seuen or eight, for thou knowest not what misery shal come vpo earth.
4Who hath clymmed vp i to heauen? Who hath come downe from thence? Who hath holden ye wynde fast in his hade? Who hath coprehended ye waters in a garment? Who hath set all the endes of ye worlde? What is his name, or his sonnes name? Canst thou tell?
1For all these thinges purposed I in my mynde to seke out. The righteus and wyse yee and their workes also are in the hande of God: and there is no man that knoweth ether the loue or hate of the thinge that he hath before him.
5The dayes of man are shorte, ye nombre of his monethes are knowne only vnto the. Thou hast apoynted him his boundes, he can not go beyonde them.
1Man that is borne of a woman, hath but a shorte tyme to lyue, and is full of dyuerse miseries.
16For as soone as the wynde goeth ouer it, it gone, and the place therof knoweth it nomore.
13Verely no man can tell how worthy a thinge she is, nether is she foude in the lode of the lyuynge.
29But when thou hydest thy face, they are soroufull: yf thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.
22They plucke downe the mightie wt their power, & when they them selues are gotten vp, they are neuer without feare, as longe as they liue.
18There be thre thinges to hye for me, and as for the fourth, it passeth my knowlege.
1Make not thy boost of tomorow, for thou knowest not what maye happen todaye.