Isaiah 2:22
Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?
Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?
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3 For when ye breth of man goeth forth, he shal turne agayne to his earth, and so all his thoughtes perishe.
4 Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
3 LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
14 To whom hath he geuen his herte, for to drawe his sprete and breth vnto him?
15 All flesh shal come together vnto naught, & all me shal turne agayne vnto earth.
10 But as for man, when he is deed, perished and consumed awaye, what becommeth of him?
21 that he maye the better crepe in to the caues and rockes, and in to the cliffes of hard stones, from ye sight of the fearful iudge and from the glory of his Magesty.
10 And therfore get ye soone in to some rock, vnd hyde the in the grounde from the sight of the fearful iudge, and from ye glory of his Magestie.
11 Which casteth downe ye high lokes of presumptuous personnes, and bryngeth lowe the pryde of ma, and he only shall be exalted in ye daye.
12 Neuerthelesse ma abydeth not insoch honor, but is copared vnto ye brute beastes, & becometh like vnto the.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
6 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
10 In whose honde is the soule of euery lyuynge thinge, and the breth of all men.
6 How moch more the, ma, that is but corrupcion: and the sonne of man, which is but a worme?
9 Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.
2 He cometh vp, and falleth awaye like a floure. He flyeth as it were a shadowe, and neuer continueth in one state.
3 Thinkest thou it now well done, to open thine eyes vpon soch one, and to brynge me before the in iudgment?
5 Thus saieth the LORDE: Cursed be the man that putteth his trust in man, ad that taketh flesh for his arme: and he, whose herte departeth from ye LORDE.
3 Wherfore are we counted as beestes, & reputed so vyle in youre sight?
29 But when thou hydest thy face, they are soroufull: yf thou takest awaye their breth, they dye, & are turned agayne to their dust.
13 yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
14 What is man, that he shulde be vncleane? what hath he (which is borne of a woman) wherby he might be knowne to be rightuous?
15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
7 When the grasse is wytthered, the floure falleth awaye. Euen so is the people as grasse, when the breath of the LORDE bloweth vpon them.
17 Maye a man be iustified before God? Maye there eny man be iudged to be clene, by reason of his owne workes?
11 A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
25 He that feareth men, shal haue a fall: but who so putteth his trust in the LORDE, shal come to honor.
28 His breath like a vehement floude of water, which goeth vp to the throte. That he maye take awaye ye people, which haue turned them selues vnto vanite, and the brydle of erroure, that lieth in other folkes chawes.
12 Yee I, I am eue he, that in all thiges geueth you consolacion. What art thou then, that fearest a mortall ma, ye childe of man, which goeth awaye as doeth the floure?
3 Let go yor greate boostinge of hye thynges, let go out of youre mouth that olde byworde: for the LORDE is a God yt knoweth all thinges, & he hath set all workes in order.
18 To whom then will ye licke God? or what similitude will ye set vp vnto him?
47 Sela. LORDE, how longe wilt thou hyde thy self? For euer? shal thy wrath burne like fyre?
48 O remembre how shorte my tyme is, hast thou made all men for naught?
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:
11 When thou punyshest man for synne, thou chastenest him: so that his beutie consumeth awaye, like as it were a mothe. O how vayne are all men?
3 My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
17 They haue eares, and yet they heare not, nether is there eny breth i their mouthes.
24 For all flesh is as grasse, and all the glory of man is as the floure of grasse. The grasse withereth, & the floure falleth awaye
21 Who knoweth the sprete of man yt goeth vpwarde, and the breth of the beest yt goeth downe in to the earth?
23 Now I knowe (o LORDE) that is not in mas power to ordre his owne waies, or to rule his owne steppes & goinges.
2 O ye sonnes off men: how longe will ye blaspheme myne honoure? why haue ye soch pleasure in vanyte, & seke after lyes?
4 Hast thou fle?shy eyes then, or doest thou loke as man loketh?
11 Shall he not make you afrayed, when he sheweth himself? Shal not his terrible feare fall vpo you?
7 And ye LORDE God shope man eue of the moulde of the earth, & brethed in to his face ye breth of life. And so was man made a lyuynge soule.
17 By the reason of wy?dome, all men are become fooles. Confounded be all the casters of ymages: for ye thinge that they make, is but disceate, & hath no breath.
4 Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?
19 for it happeneth vnto men as it doth vnto beastes, & as the one dyeth, so dyeth ye other: yee they haue both one maner of breth, so yt (in this) a man hath no preemynence aboue a beest, but all are subdued vnto vanite.
2 Let another ma prayse the, & not thine owne mouth: yee other folkes lippes, and not thyne.