Proverbs 1:21
She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge:
She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge:
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20Wy?dome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes.
1Doth not wysdome crie? doth not vnderstondinge put forth hir voyce?
2Stondeth she not in the hye places in the stretes & wayes?
3doth she not crie before the whole cite, & in the gates where men go out & in?
4It is you, o ye men (sayeth she) whom I call. Unto you (o ye childre of me) lift I vp my voyce.
1Wysdome hath buylded herself an house, and hewen out seuen pilers:
2she hath slaughted, poured out hir wyne, and prepared hir table.
3She hath sent forth hir maydens to crie vpo the hyest place of the cite:
4Who so is ignoraut, let him come hither. And to the vn wise she sayde:
13A foolish restlesse woman, full of wordes, and soch one as hath no knowlege,
14sytteth in the dores of hir house vpo a stole aboue in the cite,
15to call soch as go by and walke straight in their wayes.
16Who so is ignoraunt (sayeth she) let him come hither, and to the vnwyse she sayeth:
11(a disceatfull, waton & an vnstedfast woma: whose fete coude not abyde in ye house,
12now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner)
13she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege:
22O ye childre, how loge wil ye loue childyshnesse? how longe wil ye scorners delyte in scornynge, & ye vnwyse be enemies vnto knowlege?
7Wy?dome is an hie thinge, yee eue to ye foole, for he darre not ope his mouth in ye gate.
12I wysdome haue my dwellynge wt knowlege, and prudent councell is myne owne.
10Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes.
11Yf 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.
31Geue her of the frute of hir handes, and let hir owne workes prayse her in the gates.
8goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
34Blessed is ye man that heareth me, watchinge daylie at my gates, & geuynge attendaunce at the postes of my dores.
12How commeth a man then by wy?dome? Where is the place that men fynde vnderstondinge?
26She openeth hir mouth with wy?dome, & in hir toge is the lawe of grace.
17Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.
18She is a tre of life to them that laye holde vpon her, and blessed are they that kepe her fast.
25Let not thine herte wandre in hir wayes, & be not thou disceaued in hir pathes.
7Like 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.
3For yf thou criest after wy?dome, & callest for knowlege:
7when I wente thorow the cite vnto the gate, & whe they set me a chayre in ye strete:
26At that tyme shall their gates mourne and complayne, and they shal syt as desolate folck vpon the earth.
7The chefe poynte of wy?dome is, that thou be wyllynge to opteyne wy?dome, and before all thy goodes to get the vnderstondynge.
8Make moch of her, and she shal promote the: Yee yf thou embracest her, she shal brynge the vnto honoure.
21Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with hir flateringe lippes she wanne him.
22Immediatly he foloweth her, as it were an oxeled to the slaughter (and like as it were to the stockes, where fooles are punyshed)
20From whece then commeth wy?dome? & where is the place of vnderstondinge?
1Alas, how sitteth the cite so desolate, yt some tyme was full of people? how is she become like a wedowe, which was the lady of all nacions? How is she brought vnder tribute, that ruled all londes?
16Then cried there a wyse woma out of ye cite: Heare, heare, saye vnto Ioab that he come hither, I wyl speake with him.
14for the gettinge of it is better then eny marchaundise of syluer, & the profit of it is better then golde.
16Then sayde I: wy?dome is better then strength. Neuertheles, a symple mans wy?dome is despysed, & his wordes are not herde.
19Wy?dome geueth more corage vnto the wyse, then ten mightie men of the citie:
5that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes.
6For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies,
22A wyse man wynneth the cite of the mightie, and as for the strength yt they trust in, he bryngeth it downe.
2to lerne wy?dome nurtoure, vnderstondinge, prudence,
8Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house.
1A wyse woma vpholdeth hir house, but a foolish wife plucketh it downe.
25I applied my mynde also vnto knowlege, and to seke out sciece, wisdome and vnderstondinge: to knowe the foolishnesse of the vngodly, and the erroure of dotinge fooles.