Luke 12:28
Wherfore yf God so cloth the grasse, yt is to daye in ye felde, and tomorow shalbe cast in to the fornace, how moch more shal he clothe you, o ye of litle faith?
Wherfore yf God so cloth the grasse, yt is to daye in ye felde, and tomorow shalbe cast in to the fornace, how moch more shal he clothe you, o ye of litle faith?
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25 Therfore I saye vnto you: be not ye carefull for your lyfe, what ye shall eate, or what ye shall drinke: nor yet for youre body, what ye shal put on. Ys not the lyfe more worth the meate, and the body more of value then raymet?
26 Beholde the foules of ye ayer: for they sowe not, nether reepe, nor yet cary in to the barnes: and yet youre heauely father fedeth the. Are ye not moch better the they?
27 Which of you (though he toke thought therfore) coulde put one cubit vnto his stature?
28 why care ye then for rayment? Considre the lylies of the felde, how they growe. They laboure not, nether spynne.
29 And yet for all that I saye vnto you, that euen Salomon in all his royalte was not arayed lyke vnto one of these.
30 Wherfore yf God so cloth the grasse, which is to daye in the felde, and to morowe shalbe cast into the fornace: shal he not moch more do the same vnto you, o ye of lytle fayth?
31 Therfore take no thought, sayinge: what shall we eate, or what shall we drinke? or where with shall we be clothed?
32 After all soch thynges do the heithen seke. For youre heauenly father knoweth, that ye haue nede of all these thynges.
33 Seke ye fyrst the kyngdome of heauen and the righteousnes therof, so shal all these thynges be ministred vnto you.
34 Care not then for the morow, for the morow shall care for it self: Euery daye hath ynough of his owne trauayll.
21 Thus goeth it with him yt gathereth treasure for himself, and is not riche in God.
22 But he sayde vnto his disciples: Therfore I saye vnto you: Take ye no thought for youre life, what ye shal eate: nether for youre body, what ye shal put on.
23 The life is more then meate, and the body more then raymet.
24 Consydre the rauens, they nether sowe ner reape, they haue also nether stoare house ner barne, and yet God fedeth them. But how moch better are ye then the foules?
25 Which of you (though he toke thought therfore) coulde put one cubyte vnto his stature?
26 Seinge then ye be not able to do that which is least, why take ye thought for the other?
27 Considre the lilies vpo the felde, how they growe: they laboure not, they spynne not. But I saye vnto you: that euen Salomen in all his royalte was not clothed like one of these.
29 Axe not ye therfore what ye shal eate, or what ye shal drynke, and clymme not vp an hye:
30 The Heithen in the worlde seke after all soch thinges.
31 But seke ye the kyngdome of God, and all these shal be mynistred vnto you.
32 Feare not thou litle flocke, for it is youre fathers pleasure to geue you the kyngdome.
33 Sell that ye haue, and geue almesse. Make you bagges, which waxe not olde: euen a treasure that neuer fayleth in heauen, where no thefe commeth, and no moth corruppeth:
6 Are not fyue sparowes bought for two farthinges? Yet is not one of them forgotten before God.
7 The very hayres of youre heade also are nombred euery one. Feare not therfore, for ye are better then many sparowes.
29 Are not two sparowes solde for a farthinge? Yet doth there none of the light vpon the groude without youre father.
30 And now are all ye hayres of youre heade tolde.
31 Feare ye not therfore: ye are of more value then many sparowes.
10 and the rich, in yt he is made lowe. For eue as the flor of ye grasse shal he vanyshe awaye.
11 The Sonne ryseth wt heat and the grasse wydereth, & his floure falleth awaye, and the beautie of the fassion of it perissheth: euen so shal the ryche man perisshe with his abundaunce.
15 And he sayde vnto them: Take hede, and bewarre of couetousnesse, for no man lyueth therof, that he hath abundaunce of goodes.
16 And he tolde them a symilitude, and sayde: There was a riche man, whose felde had brought forth frutes plenteously,
17 and he thought in himself, and sayde: What shal I do? I haue nothinge wher in to gather my frutes.
18 And he sayde: This wil I do, I wil breake downe my barnes, & buylde greater, and therin wil I gather all myne increace, & my goodes,
31 Another parable put he forth vnto the, and sayde: The kyngdome of heauen is like vnto a grane of mustarde sede, which a man toke, and sowed it in his felde.
32 Which is the leest amonge all sedes. But whan it is growne, it is the greatest amonge herbes, and is a tre: so that the byrdes vnder the heauen come and dwell in the braunches of it.
30 And he sayde: Where vnto wyl we licken the kyngdome of God? Or by what symilitude wyl we compare it?
31 It is like a grayne of mustarde sede, which wha it is sowe vpo the londe, is the leest amonge all sedes of the earth.
32 And wha it is sowen, it groweth vp, and is greater then all herbes, and getteth greate braunches, so yt the foules vnder the heaue maye dwell vnder ye shadowe therof.
26 And he sayde: The kyngdome of God is after this maner, as when a man casteth sede vpon the londe,
25 The hay groweth, ye grasse cometh vp, & herbes are gathered in ye mountaines.
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
8 Whe Iesus perceaued yt, he sayde to the: O ye of litle faith, why are ye combred (in yor mindes (because ye haue take no bred wt you?
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:
6 The LORDE sayde: Yf ye haue faith as a grayne of mustarde sede, and saye vnto this Molbery tre: Plucke thy self vp by the rotes, and plate thy self in the see, it shalbe obediet vnto you.
7 Which of you is it, that hath a seruaunt (which ploweth, or fedeth the catell) wha he commeth home from ye felde, that he wil saye vnto him: Go quyckly, and syt the downe to meate?
15 That a man in his tyme is but as is grasse, & florisheth as a floure of the felde.
10 He that is faithfull in the least, is faithfull also in moch: and he that is vnrighteous in the least, is vnrighteous also in moch.
11 Yf ye then haue not bene faithfull in the vnrighteous Mammon, who wyll beleue you in that which is true?
12 And yf ye haue not bene faithfull in anothers mans busynesse, who wil geue you that which is youre awne?
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.