Proverbs 1:20
Wy?dome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes.
Wy?dome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes.
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21 She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge:
22 O ye childre, how loge wil ye loue childyshnesse? how longe wil ye scorners delyte in scornynge, & ye vnwyse be enemies vnto knowlege?
1 Doth not wysdome crie? doth not vnderstondinge put forth hir voyce?
2 Stondeth she not in the hye places in the stretes & wayes?
3 doth she not crie before the whole cite, & in the gates where men go out & in?
4 It is you, o ye men (sayeth she) whom I call. Unto you (o ye childre of me) lift I vp my voyce.
3 She hath sent forth hir maydens to crie vpo the hyest place of the cite:
4 Who so is ignoraut, let him come hither. And to the vn wise she sayde:
11 (a disceatfull, waton & an vnstedfast woma: whose fete coude not abyde in ye house,
12 now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner)
13 A foolish restlesse woman, full of wordes, and soch one as hath no knowlege,
14 sytteth in the dores of hir house vpo a stole aboue in the cite,
15 to call soch as go by and walke straight in their wayes.
16 Who so is ignoraunt (sayeth she) let him come hither, and to the vnwyse she sayeth:
11 For wysdome is more worth then precious stones, yee all the thinges that thou cast desyre, are not to be compared vnto it.
12 I wysdome haue my dwellynge wt knowlege, and prudent councell is myne owne.
10 Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes.
11 Yf it were myne enemie that reuyled me, I coude beare it: or yf one that ought me euell will dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde myself from him.
3 For yf thou criest after wy?dome, & callest for knowlege:
20 From whece then commeth wy?dome? & where is the place of vnderstondinge?
12 How commeth a man then by wy?dome? Where is the place that men fynde vnderstondinge?
7 Wy?dome is an hie thinge, yee eue to ye foole, for he darre not ope his mouth in ye gate.
16 Then sayde I: wy?dome is better then strength. Neuertheles, a symple mans wy?dome is despysed, & his wordes are not herde.
17 A wise mans councell that is folowed in sylence, is farre aboue the crienge of a captaine amoge fooles.
18 For wy?dome is better then harnesse: but one vnthrift alone destroyeth moch good.
1 Wysdome hath buylded herself an house, and hewen out seuen pilers:
7 The chefe poynte of wy?dome is, that thou be wyllynge to opteyne wy?dome, and before all thy goodes to get the vnderstondynge.
19 Wy?dome geueth more corage vnto the wyse, then ten mightie men of the citie:
20 Where are the wyse? Where are ye scrybes? where are ye disputers of this worlde?
14 for the gettinge of it is better then eny marchaundise of syluer, & the profit of it is better then golde.
19 These are the wayes of all soch as be couetous, that one wolde rauysh anothers life.
18 for where moch wy?dome is, there is also greate trauayle & disquietnes: & ye more knowlege a man hath, the more is his care.
9 that thou mayest be called a cite of the LORDE, & that thy name maye be rightuousnesse. Heare (o ye trybes) who wolde els geue you soch warnynge?
2 to lerne wy?dome nurtoure, vnderstondinge, prudence,
3 rightuousnesse, iudgment and equite.
16 Then cried there a wyse woma out of ye cite: Heare, heare, saye vnto Ioab that he come hither, I wyl speake with him.
6 For it is the LORDE that geueth wy?dome, out of his mouth commeth knowlege and vnderstondinge.
5 Get the wy?dome, get the vnderstondinge, forget not ye wordes of my mouth, & shreke not from them.
5 By hearinge, the wyse ma shal come by more wysdome: and by experience,
7 Like as a codyte aboundeth in water, eue so this citie aboudeth in wickednes. Robbery and vnrightuousnesse is herde in her, sorow & woundes are euer there in my sight.
33 Wy?dome resteth in the herte of him that hath vnderstondinge, and he wyll teach them that are vnlerned.
26 She openeth hir mouth with wy?dome, & in hir toge is the lawe of grace.
8 goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
17 Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.
7 when I wente thorow the cite vnto the gate, & whe they set me a chayre in ye strete:
14 I can geue councell, and be a gyde: I haue vnderstondinge, I haue strength.
22 A wyse man wynneth the cite of the mightie, and as for the strength yt they trust in, he bryngeth it downe.
12 The whole cite crieth vnto the LORDE with sighinge, the soules of the slayne make their complaynte: But God destroyeth them not for all this,
34 Blessed is ye man that heareth me, watchinge daylie at my gates, & geuynge attendaunce at the postes of my dores.
13 Who so stoppeth his eare at the criege of the poore, he shal crie himself and not be herde.