Proverbs 23:29
Where is wo? where is sorow? where is strife? where is braulynge? where are woundes without cause? where be reed eyes?
Where is wo? where is sorow? where is strife? where is braulynge? where are woundes without cause? where be reed eyes?
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30 Euen amonge those that be euer at the wyne, and seke out where the best is.
31 Loke not thou vpon the wyne, how reed it is, and what a color it geueth in the glasse.
32 It goeth downe softly, but at the last it byteth like a serpet, and styngeth as an Adder.
33 So shal thine eyes loke vnto straunge women, & thine herte shal muse vpon frowarde thinges.
11 Wo be vnto them that ryse vp early to vse them selues in dronkynnes, and yet at night are more superfluous with wyne.
1 Wyne is a voluptuous thinge, & drockennes causeth sedicion: who so delyteth therin, shal neuer be wyse.
15 Wo vnto him that geueth his neghboure dryncke, to get him wrothfull displeasure for his dronckennesse: that he maye se his preuytees.
21 Wo vnto them that are wyse in their owne sight, and thinke them selues to haue vnderstodinge.
22 Wo vnto them, yt are connynge men to suppe out wyne, and experte to set vp drokenesse.
10 He yt wynketh with his eye, wil do some harme: but he that hath a foolish mouth, shalbe beaten.
5 Like as the wyne disceaueth the dronckarde, euen so the proude shal fayle & not endure. He openeth his desyre wyde vp as the hell, & is as vnsaciable as death. All Heithen gathereth he to him, & heapeth vnto him all people.
11 The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.
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,
28 She lurketh like a thefe, and those that be not awarre she brigeth vnto her.
9 there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,
35 They wounded me (shalt thou saie) but it hath not hurte me, they smote me, but I felt it not. Whe I am wel wakened, I wil go to ye drynke agayne.
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
5 Wake vp ye dronckardes, & wepe: mourne all ye wyne suppers, because of youre swete wyne, for it shal be taken awaye from youre mouth.
15 A brawlynge woman and the rofe of the house droppynge in a raynie daye, maye well be compared together.
13 An vndiscrete sonne is ye heuynes of his father, & a braulynge wife is like the topp of an house, where thorow it is euer droppynge.
11 In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe.
6 Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
6 From the sole of the foote vnto the heade, there is no whole parte in all yor body: but all are woundes, botches, sores and strypes, which can nether be helped, bounde vp, molified, ner eased with eny oyntment.
9 Yf a wyse man go to lawe with a foole (whether he deale with him frendly or roughly) he getteth no rest.
42 Then was there greate cheare wt her, & the men yt were sent fro farre coutrees ouer the deserte: vnto these they gaue bracelettes vpon their hondes, & set glorious crownes vpon their heades.
12 Why doth thine herte make the so proude? Why stondest thou so greatly in thine owne conceate? Where vnto loke thine eyes,
17 He yt hath pleasure in banckettes, shal be a poore man: Who so delyteth in wyne and delicates, shal not be riche.
20 Kepe no company wt wyne bebbers and ryotous eaters of flesh:
21 for soch as be dronckardes and ryotous, shal come to pouerte, & he that is geuen to moch slepe, shal go wt a ragged cote.
17 All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.
3 Why lettest thou me se weerynesse and laboure? Tyrany and violence are before me, power ouergoeth right:
17 Who so goeth by and medleth with other mens strife, he is like one yt taketh a dogg by ye eares.
18 Like as one shuteth deadly arowes and dartes out of a preuy place, euen so doth a dyssembler with his neghboure,
19 And then sayeth he: I dyd it but in sporte.
11 Whordome, wyne and dronckennesse take the herte awaye.
2 She wepeth sore in the night, so that ye teares runne downe hir chekes: for amonge all hir louers, there is none, that geueth her eny comforte: yee hir nexte frendes abhorre her, & are become hir enemies.
17 For they eate the bred of wickednesse, and drike the wyne of robbery.
4 Wrath is a cruell thige, and furiousnesse is a very tempest: yee who is able to abyde envye?
33 He getteth him self also shame & dishonor, soch as shal neuer be put out.
2 As for the foolish man displeasure kylleth him, and anger slayeth ye ignoraunt.
19 Thy wounde can not be hyd, thy plage is so sore. All they that heare this of the, shall clappe their handes ouer the. For what is he, to who thou hast not allwaye bene doynge hurte?
10 Cast out ye scornefull man, and so shal strife go out wt him, yee variaunce and slaunder shal cease.
10 Amonge the proude there is euer strife, but amonge those that do all thinges with aduysement, there is wy?dome.
31 Who darre reproue him for his wayes to his face? who rewardeth him for the vngraciousnesse that he doth?
30 What wilt thou now do, thou beinge destroyed? For though thou clothest thy self with scarlet, & deckest ye with gold: though thou payntest thy face wt colours, yet shalt thou trymme thy self in vayne. For those that hither to haue bene thy greate fauourers, shal abhorre the, and go aboute to slaye ye.
8 which goeth in ye company of wicked doers, & walketh wt vngodly me?
25 An vndiscrete sonne is a grefe vnto his father, and heuynesse vnto his mother yt bare him.
3 Who so loueth wy?dome, maketh his father a glad man: but he yt kepeth harlottes, spedeth awaye yt he hath.
9 A parable in a fooles mouth, is like a thorne yt pricketh a droncken man in ye hande.