Job 20:13
That he fauoureth, that wyll he not forsake, but kepeth it close in his throte.
That he fauoureth, that wyll he not forsake, but kepeth it close in his throte.
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11From his youth his bones are ful of vyce, which shal lie downe wt him in ye earth.
12Whe wickednesse is swete in his mouth, he hydeth it vnder his tonge.
14The meate that he eateth, shalbe turned to the poyson of serpetes within his body.
15The riches yt he deuoureth, shall he perbreake agayne, for God shal drawe them out of his bely.
16The serpentes heade shall sucke him, and the adders tonge shall slaye him:
17so that he shal nomore se the ryuers and brokes of hony and butter:
18But laboure shal he, & yet haue nothinge to eate. Greate trauayle shal he make for riches, but he shal not enioye them.
20His bely coude neuer be fylled, therfore shall he perish in his couetousnesse.
21He deuoured so gredely, yt he left nothinge behynde, therfore his goodes shal not prospere.
13Let him refrayne his tonge from euell, and his lippes that they speake no gyle.
3The wordes of his mouth are vnrightuousnesse and disceate, he wil not be lerned to do good.
23Who so kepeth his mouth and his tonge, the same kepeth his soule from troubles.
18for it is a pleasaunt thinge yf thou kepe it in thine herte, and practise it in thy mouth:
7He sytteth lurkynge in the gardens, that he maye pryuely murthur the innocent, his eyes are set vpo the poore.
18kepeth his soule from destruccion, & his life from ye swearde.
8Yee ye morsels that thou hast eaten shalt thou perbreake, and lese those swete wordes.
14Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes?
15Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight,
21His breth maketh the coales burne, the flame goeth out of his mouth.
22In his necke remayneth strength, and before his face sorowe is turned to gladnesse.
2A good ma shal enioye the frute of his mouth, but he that hath a frowarde mynde, shalbe spoyled.
3He that kepeth his mouth, kepeth his life: but who so speaketh vnaduysed, fyndeth harme.
30He shal neuer come out of darcknesse, the flame shal drye vp his braunches, with ye blast of the mouth of God shal he be take awaie.
12I haue not forsaken the comaundemet of his lippes, but loke what he charged me with his mouth, that haue I shutt vp in my herte.
13yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
13Their throte is an open sepulcre, with their tunges they haue disceaued, the poyson off Aspes is vnder their lippes.
14Their mouth is full of cursynge and bytternesse.
26There shal no darcknes be able to hyde him. An vnkyndled fyre shal consume him, and loke what remayneth in his house, it shall be destroyed.
22It ru?sheth in vpon him, and spareth him not, he maye not escape from the power therof.
23For though ye wicked haue neuer so moch to fyll his bely, yet God shal sende his wrath vpon him, and cause his battayll to rayne ouer him:
10For who so listeth to lyue, and wolde fayne se good dayes, Let him refrayne his tonge from euell, and his lippes yt they speake no gyle.
19Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle?
24Who darre laye honde vpon him openly, and vndertake to catch him? Or, who darre put an hoke thorow his nose, ad laye a snare for him?
34Is not this hid with me, and sealed vp in my treasures?
17Euery ma liketh the bred that is gotten with disceate, but at the last is mouth shalbe fylled with grauell.
19Thou lettest yi mouth speake wickednesse, & thy tonge paynteth disceate.
10The shulde I haue some coforte: yee I wolde desyre him in my payne, that he shulde not spare, for I will not be agaynst ye wordes of the holy one.
12The vngodly layeth wayte for the iust, & gna?sheth vpon him wt his tethe.
31The mouth of the iust wilbe talkynge of wysdome, but the tonge of the frowarde shal perish.
20Shal it be tolde him, what I saye? Shulde a man speake, or shulde he kepe it backe?
19Where moch bablinge is, there must nedes be offence: he that refrayneth his lippes, is wysest of all.
12For ye synne of their mouth, for the wordes of their lippes, & because of their pryde, let the be taken: & why? their preachinge is of cursynge & lyes.
20so that his life maye awaye wt no bred, & his soule abhorreth to eate eny dayntie meate:
20A mans bely shalbe satisfied with the frute of his owne mouth, and with the increase of his lippes shal he be fylled.
24A slouthfull body shuteth his honde in to his bosome, so yt he can not put it to his mouth.
12The wordes out of a wyse mans mouth are gracious, but the lippes of a foole wil destroye himself.
30I neuer suffred my mouth to do soch a sinne, as to wysh him euell.
15The slouthfull body thrusteth his hode in to his bosome, and it greueth him to put it agayne to his mouth.
5but thy wickednesse teacheth thy mouth, and so thou hast chosen the a craftie tonge.
20Who so hath a frowarde herte, opteyneth no good: and he yt hath an ouerthwarte tonge, shal fall into myschefe.