Proverbs 1:18
Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another.
Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another.
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19 These are the wayes of all soch as be couetous, that one wolde rauysh anothers life.
11 yf they entyse the, and saye: come wyth us, let us laye wayte for bloude, & lurke preuely for the innocet wythout a cause:
12 let us swalowe the vp like ye hell, let us deuoure the quycke and whole, as those that go downe in to the pytt.
16 For their fete rune to euell, & are haistie to shed bloude.
17 But in vayne is ye net layed forth before the byrdes eyes.
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,
8 He lyeth waytinge secretly, as it were a lyon in his denne. He lurketh that he maye rauysh the poore,
9 yee to rauish the poore, when he hath gotten him in to his nett.
4 That they maye preuely hurte ye innocet, & sodely to hit him wt out eny feare.
5 They haue deuysed myschefe, and commoned amonge them selues, how they maye laye snares: tush (saye they) who shall se them?
6 They ymagin wickednesse, and kepe it secrete amonge them selues, euery man in ye depe of his herte.
6 They holde alltogether, & kepe them selues close: they marck my steppes, how they maye catch my soule.
15 Their fete are swifte to shed bloude.
10 The snare is layed for him in the grounde, and a pytfall in the waye.
12 They that sought after my life, and to do me euell, spake of lyes and ymagined disceate all the daye longe.
32 The lawe of his God is in his hert, therfore shal not his fotesteppes slyde.
40 lyege in their denes & lurkinge in their couches?
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:
3 yet 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.
7 Their fete runne to euell, & they make haist to shed innocet bloude. Their coucels are wicked coucels, harme & destruccio are in their wayes.
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.
16 For they can not slepe, excepte they haue first done some myschefe: nether take they eny rest, excepte they haue first done some harme.
11 They lye waytinge in or waye on euery syde, turnynge their eyes downe to the grounde.
12 Like as a lyon that is gredy of his pray, & as it were a lyons whelpe lurckynge in his denne.
3 For lo, they lye waytinge for my soule: ye mightie me are gathered together against me, wt out eny offence or faute of me, o LORDE.
22 Let the noyse be herde out of their houses, when the murtherer cometh sodenly vpon them: For they haue digged a pit to take me, and layed snares for my fete.
2 For their herte ymagineth to do hurte, & their lippes talke of myschefe.
16 In the night season they search the houses, and hyde them selues in the daye tyme, but wil not knowe ye light
15 Laye no preuy waite wickedly vpon ye house of ye rightuous, & disquiete not his restinge place.
8 Their tunges are like sharpe arowes, to speake disceate. With their mouth they speake peaceably to their neghboure, but preuely they laye waite for him.
9 But myne eyes loke vnto ye, o LORDE God: in the is my trust, oh cast not out my soule.
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.
6 The talkynge of the vngodly is, how they maye laye wayte for bloude, but the mouth of ye righteous wil delyuer them.
8 For his fete shalbe taken in the nett, and he shal walke in the snare.
28 She lurketh like a thefe, and those that be not awarre she brigeth vnto her.
21 They gather them together agaynst the soule of the rightuous, & condemne the innocent bloude.
10 The bloudethyrstie hate the rightuous, but the iust seke his soule.
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.
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.
1 Wo 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.
2 Which ymagin myschefe in their hertes, & stere vp strife all the daye longe.
5 The proude haue layed a snare for me, & spred a nett abrode with coardes, yee & sett trappes in my waye.
20 And why? their comonynge is not for peace, but they ymagin false wordes agaynst ye outcastes of the londe.
14 Tymely in the mornynge do they aryse, to murthur the symple and poore, & in the night they go a stealinge.
11 For they inteded myschefe agaynst the, & ymagined soch deuyces, as they were not able to perfourme.
22 They gaue me gall to eate, & whe I was thurstie, they gaue me vyneger to drynke.
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.
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.