Ecclesiastes 9:8
Let thy garmetes be all waye whyte, & let yi heade want no oyntmet.
Let thy garmetes be all waye whyte, & let yi heade want no oyntmet.
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7Go thou yi waye then, eate thy bred with ioye, & drynke yi wyne wt gladnesse, for thy workes please God.
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.
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.
8Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
7The light is swete, & a pleasaunt thinge is it for the eyes to loke vpon the Sonne.
8Yf a man lyue many yeares, and be glad in them all, let him remembre the dayes of darcknesse, which shalbe many: & when they come, all thinges shalbe but vanite.
9Be glad then (O thou yonge man) in thy youth, and lat thine hert be mery in thy yonge dayes: folowe the wayes of thine owne hert, and the lust of thine eyes: but be thou sure, that God shal bringe the in to iudgment for all these thinges.
10Pvt awaye displeasure out of yi hert, & remoue euell from thy body: for childehode and youth is but vanite.
18Let thy well be blessed, and be glad with the wife of thy youth.
19Louynge is the hynde, and frendly is the Roo: let her brestes alwaye satisfie the, and holde the euer content with hir loue.
2Like the dewe of Hermon, which fell vpon the hill of Sion.
9The herte is glad of a swete oyntment and sauoure, but a stomacke that ca geue good councell, reioyseth a mans neghboure.
25Let thine eyes beholde the thinge yt is right, & let thine eye lyddes loke straight before the.
8so shal thy nauel be whole, and thy bones stronge.
1where as no man hath wy?dome & vnderstodinge, to geue answere there vnto. Wy?dome maketh a mas face to shyne, but malice putteth it out of fauoure.
2Kepe the kynges commaundemet (I warne the) & the ooth yt thou hast made vnto God.
15Then mightest thou lift vp thy face without shame, the shuldest thou be sure, and haue no nede to feare.
17But thou, whe thou fastest, annoynte thyne heed, and wash thy face,
18I counsell the to bye of me golde tryed in the fyre, that thou mayste be riche: and whyte rayment, that thou mayste be clothed, that thy fylthy nakednes do not apere: anoynt thine eyes with eye salue, yt thou mayste se.
9She shal make the a gracious heade, and garnish the with ye crowne of glory.
3Whose apparell shal not be outwarde wt broyded heer, & hanginge on of golde, or in puttynge on of gorgious araye,
40Thou shalt haue Olyue trees in all yi coastes, but shalt not be anoynted with the oyle: for thyne Oliue trees shalbe roted out.
3Bathe thyselfe therfore, and moffell the, and put on thy clothes, and go downe vnto the barne, so yt noma knowe the, tyll they haue all eaten and dronken.
9Let thy prestes be clothed with rightuousnesse, and let thy sayntes reioyse.
15Thou 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.
15Therfore 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.+
5That heade that stondeth vpon the is like Carmel: The hayre of thy heade is like the kynges purple folden vp in plates.
17Then shulde thy life be as cleare as the noone daye, and sprynge forth as the mornynge.
8And to her was graunted, that she shulde be arayed with pure and goodly sylke. (As for the sylke, it is the rightewesnes of sayntes.)
10Then arme thy self with thine owne power, vp, decke the in thy ioly araye,
9for that shal brynge grace vnto thy heade, & shalbe a cheyne aboute thy necke.
6Do thou acordynge to thy wy?dome, that thou brynge not his graye heer downe to the graue in peace.
10He that is hye prest amonge his brethren, vpo whose heade the anoyntinge oyle is poured, and his hande fylled (yt he might be arayed with the vestimentes) shal not vncouer his heade, ner cut his clothes,
3& that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the:
11Go forth (o ye doughters of Sion) and beholde kynge Salomon in the crowne, wherwith his mother crowned him in the daye of his mariage, and in the daye of the gladnesse of his hert.
12spages vpo thy foreheade, eare rynges vpon thyne eares, & set a beutifull crowne vpon thine heade.
13Thus wast thou deckte with syluer & golde, & thy rayment was of fyne white sylke, of nedle worke & of dyuerse colours. Thou didest eate nothinge but symnels, honny & oyle: maruelous goodly wast thou & beutifull, yee euen a very Quene wast thou:
3I haue put off my cote, how ca I do it on agayne? I haue washed my fete, how shal I fyle them agayne?
35Let youre loynes be gerded aboute, and youre lightes burnynge,
10O how fayre and louely are thy brestes, my sister, my spouse? Thy brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, and the smell of thy oyntmentes passeth all spices.
9That thou geue not thine honor vnto another, and thy yeares to the cruell.
17thou mayest mourne by thy selff alone, but vse no deadly lamentacion. Holde on thy bonet, and put on thy shues vpon thy fete, couer not thy face, and eate no mourners bred.
2For they shal prologe ye dayes & yeares of yi lyfe, & brynge ye peace.
9Then wa?shed I the with water, & pourged thy bloude from the. I anoynted the with oyle,
36nether shalt thou sweare by thy heed, because thou canst not make one heer whyte or blacke:
7and shalt take the anoyntinge oyle, and poure it vpon his heade, and anoynte him.
19Let it thus happen from the LORDE vnto myne enemies, and to those that speake euell agaynst my soule.
17O how prosperous and goodly a thynge shall that be? The corne shall make the yongemen chearefull, and the new wyne the maydens.
2For thou shalt eate the laboures of thine owne hondes: o well is the, happie art thou.
7Thou art all fayre (o my loue) & no spott is there in the.