Ecclesiastes 7:28
Amonge a thousande men I haue founde one, but not one woman amonge all.
Amonge a thousande men I haue founde one, but not one woman amonge all.
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23All these thinges haue I proued because of wy?dome: for I thought to be wyse, but she wente farther fro me
24then she was before, yee & so depe that I might not reach vnto her.
25I applied my mynde also vnto knowlege, and to seke out sciece, wisdome and vnderstondinge: to knowe the foolishnesse of the vngodly, and the erroure of dotinge fooles.
26And I founde, that a woman is bytterer then death: for she is a very angle, hir hert is a nett, and hir handes are cheynes. Who so pleaseth God shal escape from her, but the synner will be taken wt her.
27Beholde (sayeth ye preacher) this haue I diligently searched out & proued, yt I might come by knowlege: which as yet I seke, and fynde it not.
29Lo, this onely haue I founde, that God made man iust & right, but they seke dyuerse sotylties,
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.
1By night in my bedd, I sought him, whom my soule loueth: yee diligently sought I him, but I founde him not.
2I wil get vp (thought I) and go aboute the cite: vpon the market and in all ye stretes will I seke him whom my soule loueth, but whan I sought him, I founde him not.
3The watchmen that go aboute ye cite, founde me. Sawe ye not him, whom my soule loueth?
4So whan I was a litle past them, I foude him whom my soule loueth. I haue gotten holde vpon him, and wyl not let him go, vntill I brynge him into my mothers house, and in to hir chambre that bare me.
10Who so fyndeth an honest faithful woma, she is moch more worth the perles.
13applyed my mynde to seke out & search for the knowlege of all thiges yt are done vnder heaue. Soch trauayle & labor hath God geue vnto ye childre of me, to exercyse the selues theri.
14Thus I haue considered all the thinges that come to passe vnder the Sone, & lo, they are all but vanite & vexacion of mynde.
15The croked can not be mayde straight, & the fautes ca not be nobred.
16I comoned wt myne owne herte, sayege: lo, I am come to a greate estate, and haue gotte more wy?dome, the all they yt haue bene before me in Ierusalem. Yee my hert had greate experiece of wy?dome & knowlege,
17for there vnto I applyed my mynde: yt I might knowe what were wy?dome & vnderstodinge, what were error & foolishnes. And I perceaued yt this also was but a vexacion of mynde:
10As for you, turne you, & get you hence, for I can not se one wyse ma amonge you.
22Who so fyndeth a wife fyndeth a good thynge, & receaueth an wholsome benefite of the LORDE.
7Morouer, I turned me, and beholde yet another vanite vnder the Sonne.
8There is one man, no mo but himself alone, hauynge nether childe ner brother: yet is there no ende of his carefull trauayle, his eyes can not be satisfied with riches, (yet doth he not remembre himself, & saye:) For whom do I take soch trauayle? For whose pleasure do I thus consume awaye my lyfe? This is also a vayne and miserable thinge.
15Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I might seke thy face, and so I haue founde the.
6For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies,
7& behelde the simple people: & amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole
8goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
12How commeth a man then by wy?dome? Where is the place that men fynde vnderstondinge?
13Verely no man can tell how worthy a thinge she is, nether is she foude in the lode of the lyuynge.
35For who so fyndeth me, fyndeth life, and shal optayne fauoure of the LORDE.
36I myself haue sene the vngodly in greate power, & florishinge like a grene baye tre:
4yf thou sekest after her as after money, and dyggest for her as for treasure:
6Many there be that are called good doers, but where shal one fynde a true faithful ma?
9Vse thy self to lyue ioyfully wt thy wife whom thou louest, all ye daies of thy life (which is but vayne) yt God hath geue the vnder the Sonne, all ye dayes of thy vanite: for yt is thy porcion in this life, of all thy labor & trauayle yt thou takest vnder the Sonne.
9But one is my doue, my derlynge. She is the onely beloued of hir mother, & deare vnto her that bare her. Wha the daughters sawe her, they sayde she was blessed: Yee the quenes and concubines praysed her.
15Wy?dome is more worth the precious stones, & all ye thinges yt thou canst desyre, are not to be compared vnto her.
3So 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.
1There is yet a plage vnder ye Sonne, & it is a generall thinge amonge me:
11But whan I considered all the workes yt my handes had wrought, and all the labours that I had taken therin: lo, all was but vanite and vexacion of mynde, & nothinge of eny value vnder ye Sonne.
3yee him that is yet vnborne to be better at ease the they both, because he seith not the miserable workes that are done vnder the Sonne.
11A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
19The waye of an Aegle in ye ayre, ye waye of a serpent ouer ye stone, ye waye of a shippe in ye see, & ye waye of a ma wt a yonge woma.
6Neuerthelesse wha I had opened vnto my beloued, he was departed, and gone his waye. Now like as afore tyme whan he spake, my hert coude no longer refrayne: Euen so now I sought hi, but I coude not fynde him: I cried vpon him, neuerthelesse he gaue me no answere.
15These ij. thiges also haue I cosidred in ye tyme of vanite: yt the iust man perisheth for his rightuousnes sake, & the vngodly liueth in his wickednesse.
20for there is not one iust vpo earth, yt doth good, & sinneth not.
28But when I cosidre: there is not one amonge the yt prophecieth, nether (when I axe him) yt answereth one worde.
27For he founde her in the felde, and the handfested damsell cryed, and there was no man to helpe her.
30And I sought in the londe for a man, that wolde make vp the hedge, and set him self in the gappe before me in the lodes behalfe, yt I shulde not vtterly destroye it: but I coude fynde none.
20So I turned me to refrayne my mynde from all soch trauayle, as I toke vnder the Sonne:
30As for fauor, it is disceatfull, and beutie is a vayne thinge: but a woman that feareth the LORDE, she is worthy to be praysed.
7All the laboure that a man taketh, is for himself, and yet his desyre is neuer fylled after his mynde.