Judges 9:13
But the vyne sayde vnto them: Shal I leaue my swete wyne, which reioyseth God and men, and go to be puft vp aboue the trees?
But the vyne sayde vnto them: Shal I leaue my swete wyne, which reioyseth God and men, and go to be puft vp aboue the trees?
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8 The trees wente to anointe a kinde ouer them, and sayde vnto the Olyue tre: Be thou oure kynge.
9 But the Olyue tre answered them: Shall I go and leaue my fatnesse (which both God and men commende in me) and go to be puft vp aboue the trees?
10 Then sayde the trees vnto the fygge tre: Come thou and be kynge ouer vs.
11 But the fygge tre sayde vnto the: Shal I leaue my swetnes and my good frute, and go to be puft vp aboue the trees?
12 Then sayde the trees vnto the vyne: Come thou and be oure kinge.
14 The sayde all the trees vnto the thorne busshe: Come thou, and be kynge ouer vs.
15 And the thorne busshe sayde vnto the trees: Yf it be true, yt ye anoynte me to be kynge ouer you, the come, and put youre trust vnder my shadowe. Yf no, then go fyre out of the thorne busshe, & cosume ye Ceder trees of Libano.
1 The worde of the LORDE came vnto me, sayenge:
2 Thou sonne of man: What commeth of the vyne amonge all other trees? and of the wyne stocke, amoge all other tymbre of the groaue?
3 Do me take wodd of it, to make eny worke withall? Or maye there a nale be made of it, to hange eny thinge vpon?
9 Then the chefe butlar tolde Ioseph his dreame, and saide vnto him: I dreamed that there was a vyne before me,
10 which had thre braunches, and it budded, grewe and bare blossoms, and the grapes ther of were rype.
5 He toke also a braunch of the londe, and planted it in a frutefull grounde, he brought it vnto greate waters, & set it as a willye tre therby.
6 Then dyd it growe, and was a greate wyne stocke, but lowe by the grounde: thus there came of it a vyne, and it brought forth blossomes, & spred out braunches.
7 But there was another Aegle, a greate one, which had greate wynges and many fethers: and beholde, ye rotes of this vyne had an huger after him, and spred out his braunches towarde him, to water his frutes:
8 Neuertheles it was plated vpon a good grounde besyde greate waters: so that (by reason) it shulde haue brought out braunches and frute, and haue bene a goodly vyne.
9 Speake thou therfore, thus saieth the LORDE God: Shal this vyne prospere? shal not his rotes be pluckte out, his frute broken of, his grene braunches wythereed and fade awaye? yee without ether stronge arme or many people, shal it be plucked vp by the rotes.
1 Now well than, I will synge my beloued frende a songe of his vynyearde. My beloued frende hath a vyneyearde in a very frutefull plenteous grounde.
2 This he hedged, this he walled rounde aboute, and planted it with goodly grapes. In the myddest of it buylded he a towre, and made a wyne presse therin And afterwarde when he loked yt it shulde bringe him grapes, it brought forth thornes.
3 I shewe you now my cause (o ye Citysens of Ierusalem and whole Iuda:) Iudge I praye you betwixte me: and my wynegardinge.
4 What more coude haue bene done for it, that I haue not done? Wherfore then hath it geuen thornes, where I loked to haue had grapes of it?
5 Well, I shall tell you how I will do wt my vynyarde: I will take the hedge from it, that it maye perish, and breake downe ye wall, that it maye be troden vnder fote.
14 Turne ye agayne (thou God of hoostes) loke downe from heauen, beholde & viset this vynyarde.
15 Manteyne it, that thy right hode hath plated, & the sonne whom thou maydest so moch of for thy self.
6 His braunches shulde sprede out abrode, & be as fayre as the olyue tre, & smel as Libanus.
7 They that dwel vnder his shadowe, shulde come agayne, & growe vp as the corne, & florish as the vyne: he shulde haue as good a name, as the wyne of Libanus.
33 He shalbe pluckte of as an vntymely grape from ye vyne, and shal let his floure fall, as the olyue doth.
1 I am a true vyne, and my father is an hussbande man.
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
11 She stretched out hir brauches vnto the see, & hir bowes vnto the water:
15 Thou 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.
16 The trees of the LORDE are full of sappe, euen the trees of Libanus which he hath planted.
8 I wil clymme vp into the date tre, and take holde of his braunches. Thy brestes also shalbe as the vyne grapes, the smell of thy nostrels like the smell of apples,
6 And therfore thus saieth the LORDE God: Like as I cast the vyne in to the fyre for to be brent, as other trees of the wod: Euen so wil I do with them that dwell in Ierusalem,
14 so that from hence forth, no tre in the water shall attayne to his hyenesse, nor reach his toppe vnto the cloudes, nether shall eny tre off the water stonde so hye, as he hath done. For vnto death shall they all be delyuered vnder the earth, and go downe to ye graue, like other men.
12 But my vynyarde (o Salomon) geueth the a thousande, and two hundreth to ye kepers of the frute.
9 so fayre and goodly had I made him with the multitude of his braunches: In so moch, yt all the trees in the pleasaut garde of God, had envye at hi.
10 so shal thy barnes be fylled with plenteousnesse, and thy presses shal flowe ouer with swete wyne.
8 Thou hast brought a vynyarde out of Egipte, thou didest cast out ye Heithe, & plate it.
9 Thou maydest rowme for it, & caused it to take rote, so yt it fylled the lode.
21 where as I planted the out of noble grapes and good rotes. How art thou turned then into a bytter, vnfrutefull, and straunge grape?
12 The grape gatherers shal make greate mone, when the vynyarde & fygetrees be so vtterly waisted. Yee all the pomgarnettes, palmtrees, apletrees, & the other trees of the felde shall wyther awaye. Thus the mery cheare of the children of men, shal come to confucion.
10 Myrth and chere was gone out of ye felde & vynyardes, in so moch, that no man was glad ner sunge. There wete no treader in to the wynepresse, their mery chere was layde downe.
9 getteth the sent of water, it will budde, and brynge forth bowes, like as when it was first planted.
12 In the mornynge wil we ryse by tymes, and go se the vynyarde: yf it be spronge forth, yf the grapes be growne, & yf the pomgranates be shott out. There wil I geue the my brestes:
17 O how prosperous and goodly a thynge shall that be? The corne shall make the yongemen chearefull, and the new wyne the maydens.
2 At the same tyme shal me synge of the vynyarde of Muscatel.
5 Thou shalt plante vynes agayne vpon ye hilles of Samaria, and the grape gatherers shall plante, and synge.
9 What shal now the lorde of the vynyarde do? He shal come and destroye the hussbande men, and geue the vynyarde vnto other.
39 Thou shalt plante vynyardes and dresse the, but thou shalt nether drynke of the wyne, ner gather of ye grapes: for ye wormes shal consume it.