Micah 3:2
But ye hate the good, and loue the euell: ye plucke of mens skynnes, and the flesh from their bones:
But ye hate the good, and loue the euell: ye plucke of mens skynnes, and the flesh from their bones:
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3Ye eate the flesh of my people, ad flay of their skynne: ye breake their bones, ye choppe them in peces as it were in to a cauldron, ad as flesh into a pot.
4Now the tyme shall come, that when they call vnto the LORDE, he shall not heare them, but hyde his face from them: because that thorow their owne ymaginacios, they haue dealte so wickedly.
1Heare, o ye heades of the house of Iacob, and ye leders of the house of Israel: Shulde not ye knowe, what were laufull and right?
21But mi?fortune shal slaye the vngodly, and they that hate ye rightuous shal be giltie.
10but they owe him euel will, yt reproueth them openly: and who so telleth the the playne treuth, they abhorre him.
8They eate vp the synnes of my people, & corage them in their wickednesse.
14which reioyse in doynge euell, and delyte i wicked thinges:
9O heare this ye rulers of the house of Iacob, and ye iudges of the house off Israel: ye that abhorre the thinge that is laufull, and wraist asyde the thinge that is straight:
20They that rewarde me euell for good, speake euell of me, because I folowe the thinge that good is.
3yet they saye they do well, when they do euell. As the prince wil, so sayeth the iudge: yt he maye do him a pleasure agayne. The greate ma speaketh what his herte desyreth, & ye hearers alowe him.
3Thy tonge ymagineth wickednesse, and with lyes it cutteth like a sharpe rasoure.
21I hate them (o LORDE) that hate the, & I maye not awaye with those that ryse vp agaynst the?
22Yee I hate them right sore, therfore are they myne enemies.
8but my people doth the contrary, therfore must I take parte agaynst them: for they take awaye both cote and cloke from the symple. Ye haue turned youre selues to fight,
20Wo vnto them that call euel good, and good euel: which make darcknesselight, & light darcknesse, yt make sower swete, and swete sower.
15Hate the euell, and loue the good: set vp right agayne in the porte: & (no doute) the LORDE God of hoostes shall be mercifull vnto the remnaunt of Ioseph.
5Set an vngodly man to be ruler ouer him, & let Satan stonde at his right hande.
10O ye that loue the LORDE, se that ye hate the thinge which is euell: the LORDE preserueth the soules of his sayntes, he shal delyuer the from the honde of the vngodly.
3O plucke me not awaye amonge the vngodly and wicked doers, which speake frendly to their neghboure, but ymagin myschefe in their hertes.
15Their fete are swifte to shed bloude.
8But now their faces are very black: In so moch, that thou shuldest not knowe them in the stretes. Their skynne cleueth to their bones, It is wythered, and become like a drye stock.
16For their fete rune to euell, & are haistie to shed bloude.
9The chaunginge of their countenaunce bewrayeth them, yee they declare their owne synnes them selues, as the Sodomites, & hyde the not. Wo be vnto their soules, for they shalbe heuely rewarded.
10The bloudethyrstie hate the rightuous, but the iust seke his soule.
2wherthorow the poore are oppressed, on euery syde, and the innocetes of my people are there with robbed of iudgment: that wyddowes maye be youre praye, and that ye maye robbe the fatherlesse.
4My flesh & my skynne hath he made olde, and my bones hath he brussed.
1Wo vnto them, that ymagyn to do harme, and deuyse vngraciousnesse vpon their beddes, to perfourme it in ye cleare daye: for their power is agaynst God.
2When they covet to haue londe, they take it by violence, they robbe men off their houses. Thus they oppresse a ma for his house, & euery man for his heretage.
3Therfore thus sayeth the LORDE: Beholde, agaynst this housholde haue I deuysed a plage, wherout ye shal not plucke youre neckes: Ye shal nomore go so proudly, for it will be a perlous tyme.
3and hated Esau: Yee I haue made his hilles waist, and his heretage a wyldernesse for dragos.
4How ca they haue vnderstondinge, that are the workers of wickednes, eatinge vp my people as it were bred, & call not vpon God?
3They ymagin craftely agaynst thy people, & take councell agaynst thy secrete ones.
3Ye are taken out for the euel daye, euen ye that syt in the stole of wylfulnesse:
17none of you ymagyn euell in his hert agaynst his neghboure, and loue no false oothes: for all these are the thinges that I hate, sayeth the LORDE.
16But the face of the LORDE beholdeth them that do euel, to destroye the remembraunce of them out of the earth.
3Ye haue eaten vp the fatte, ye haue clothed you with the woll: the best fedde haue ye slayne, but ye flocke haue ye not norished:
15Wherfore do ye oppresse my people, and marre ye faces of the innocentes? thus shal the God of hoostes reuyle them.
5For so moch as thou bearest an olde enemyte agaynst the children of Israel, & with a cruel honde hast made them afrayed, what tyme as they were troubled & punyshed for their synne:
12The vngodly layeth wayte for the iust, & gna?sheth vpon him wt his tethe.
4they lurck amonge the graues, and lie in the dennes all night. They eate swyne flesh, and vnclene broth is in their vessels.
5The LORDE seith both the rightuous and vngodly, but who so deliteth in wickednes, him his soule abhorreth.
7All they that hate me, runne together agaynst me, and ymagin euell agaynst me.
2Where as he neuertheles plageth ye wicked, and yet goeth not from his worde, wha he steppeth forth and taketh the victory agaynst the housholde of the frauwerde, and against the helpe of euel doers.
22They that hate the, shalbe confounded, & ye dwellinges of ye vngodly shal come to naught.
20Yf a man do turne him to the right honde, he shal famesh, or to the lefte hande to eat, he shal not haue ynough. Euery man shal eate the flesh of his owne arme:
9He is angrie at me, he hateth me, and gnassheth vpon me with his teth. Myne enemy skouleth vpon me with his eyes.
29Haue I euer reioysed at the hurte of myne enemy? Or, was I euer glad, yt eny harme happened vnto him? Oh no,
7Their fete runne to euell, & they make haist to shed innocet bloude. Their coucels are wicked coucels, harme & destruccio are in their wayes.
20The LORDE abhorreth a fayned hert, but he hath pleasure in them that are vndefyled.