Proverbs 1:17
But in vayne is ye net layed forth before the byrdes eyes.
But in vayne is ye net layed forth before the byrdes eyes.
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18 Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another.
19 These are the wayes of all soch as be couetous, that one wolde rauysh anothers life.
15 My sonne, walke not thou wt them, refrayne yi fote fro their wayes.
16 For their fete rune to euell, & are haistie to shed bloude.
15 They take vp all with their angle, they catch it in their net, & gather it in their yarne: wherof they reioyce and are glad.
16 Therfore offre they vnto their net, and do sacrifice vnto their yarne: because that thorow it their porcion is become so fat, and their meate so pleteous.
17 Wherfore they cast out their net agayne, & neuer ceasse to slaye the people.
5 Doth a byrde fall in a snare vpo ye earth where no fouler is? Taketh a man his snare vp from the grounde, afore he catche somwhat?
26 For amonge my people are founde wicked personnes, that priuely laye snares and waite for men, to take them, and destroye them.
27 And like as a net is full of byrdes, so are their houses full of that, which they haue gotten with falsede and disceate. Herof cometh their greate substaunce and riches,
10 The snare is layed for him in the grounde, and a pytfall in the waye.
7 For they haue pryuely laied their nett to destroye me without a cause, yee and made a pitte for my soule, which I neuer deserued.
8 Let a sodane destruccio come vpon him vnawarres, and ye nett that he hath layed priuely, catch him self, that he maye fall in to his owne myschefe.
8 For his fete shalbe taken in the nett, and he shal walke in the snare.
15 As for the Heithen, the are suncke downe in the pytte that they made: in the same nette, which they spred out priuely, is their owne fote take.
11 yf they entyse the, and saye: come wyth us, let us laye wayte for bloude, & lurke preuely for the innocet wythout a cause:
2 There is not a godly man vpo earth, there is not one rightuous amoge me. They laboure all to shed bloude, & euery ma hunteth his brother to death:
15 Their fete are swifte to shed bloude.
16 Destruccion & wrechidnes are in their wayes,
21 soch as laboure to drawe me vnto synne: and yt disceaue him, which reproueth them in the gate, & soch as turne good personnes to vanite.
23 so longe till she hath wounded his lyuer with hir darte: like as yf a byrde haisted to the snare, not knowinge that the parell of his life lyeth there vpo.
12 For a man knoweth not his tyme, but like as the fyshe are take with the angle, and as the byrdes are catched wt the snare: Eue so are men taken in the perilous tyme, when it commeth sodenly vpon them.
5 Saue thy self as a doo fro ye honde, & as a byrde fro the hode of the fouler.
9 yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
6 Their webbe maketh no clothe, & they maye not couer the wt their labours. Their dedes are ye dedes of wickednes, & ye worke of robbery is in their hodes.
7 Their fete runne to euell, & they make haist to shed innocet bloude. Their coucels are wicked coucels, harme & destruccio are in their wayes.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
11 The disceatfull maketh a nest, but bringeth forth no yonge: He commeth by riches, but not rightuously. In the myddest off his life must he leaue them behinde him, and at the last be founde a very foole.
9 Wo vnto him, that couetously gathereth euell gotten goodes in to his house: that he maye set his nest an hye, to escape from the power of mysfortune.
32 The lawe of his God is in his hert, therfore shal not his fotesteppes slyde.
2 For lo, the vngodly haue bet their bowe, and made redy their arowes in the quyuer: that they maye priuely shute at them, which are true of herte.
7 There is a waye also that the byrdes knowe not, that no vulturs eye hath sene:
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
6 Set vp thy self (o God) aboue the heaues, and thy glory aboue all the earth.
5 Who so flatreth his neghbor, layeth a nette for his fete.
15 Laye no preuy waite wickedly vpon ye house of ye rightuous, & disquiete not his restinge place.
14 The vngodly drawe out the swerde & bende their bowe, to cast downe ye symple & poore, and to slaye soch as go ye right waye.
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?
4 No man regardeth righteousnes, & no ma iudgeth truly Euery man hopeth in vayne thinges, and ymagineth disceate, coceaueth weerynesse, & bringeth forth euell.
11 They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
7 The robberies of the vngodly shalbe their owne destruccion, for they wolde not do the thynge that was right.
2 Like as ye byrde and the swalowe take their flight and fle here and there, so the curse that is geuen in vayne, shal not light vpon a man.
10 Therfore art thou compased aboute with snares on euery syde, & sodely vexed wt feare.
12 The desyre of ye vngodly hunteth after myschefe, but the rote of the righteous bryngeth forth frute.
8 The fyshers shall mourne, all soch as cast angles in the water, shal complayne, & they that sprede their nettes in the water, shalbe faynt harted.
12 but whyle they be goinge here and there, I shal sprede my net ouer them, & drawe them downe as ye foules of the ayre: and acordinge as they haue bene warned, so will I punysh them.
3 Thus sayeth the LORDE God: I wil sprede my net ouer ye, namely, a greate multitude of people: these shal dryue the into my yarne,
17 For myne eyes beholde all their wayes, and they can not be hyd fro my face, nether can their wicked dedes be kepte close out of my sight.
19 Oure persecuters are swifter then the Aegles of the ayre: they folowed vpon vs ouer the mountaynes, and layed wait for vs in ye wildernesse.
5 Why wilt thou set thine eye vpon ye thinge, which sodenly vanisheth awaye? For riches make them selues wynges, and take their flight like an Aegle in to ye ayre.