Proverbs 31:19
She layeth hir fyngers to the spyndle, & hir hande taketh holde of ye rocke.
She layeth hir fyngers to the spyndle, & hir hande taketh holde of ye rocke.
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20She openeth hir hande to ye poore, yee she stretcheth forth hir hades to soch as haue nede.
21She feareth not yt the colde of wynter shal hurte hir house, for all hir housholde folkes are duble clothed.
22She maketh hir self fayre ornametes, hir clothige is whyte sylke & purple.
23Hir hu?bade is moch set by in ye gates, whe he sytteth amonge ye rulers of ye londe.
24She maketh cloth of sylke & selleth it, and delyuereth a gyrdle vnto ye marchaut.
25Stregth and honoure is hir clothinge, & in the latter daye she shal reioyse.
26She openeth hir mouth with wy?dome, & in hir toge is the lawe of grace.
27She loketh wel to the wayes of hir housholde, & eateth not hir bred with ydilnes.
28Hir children arise & call hir blessed, & hir hu?bande maketh moch of her.
29Many daughters there be yt gather riches together, but thou goest aboue the all.
30As for fauor, it is disceatfull, and beutie is a vayne thinge: but a woman that feareth the LORDE, she is worthy to be praysed.
31Geue her of the frute of hir handes, and let hir owne workes prayse her in the gates.
10Who so fyndeth an honest faithful woma, she is moch more worth the perles.
11The herte of hir husbande maye safely trust in her, so that he shal haue no nede of spoyles.
12She wil do him good & not euel all ye dayes of hir life.
13She occupieth woll & flax, & laboureth gladly wt hir handes.
14She is like a marchauntes shippe, that bryngeth hir vytayles from farre.
15She is vp in ye night season, to prouyde meate for hir housholde, & foode for hir maydens.
16She considreth lode, & byeth it, and wt the frute of hir handes she planteth a vynyarde.
17She gyrdeth hir loynes with strength, and courageth hir armes.
18And yf she perceaue that hir houswifrie doth good, hir candle goeth not out by night.
25And soch wemen as were wyse herted, spanne with their hades, and brought their sponne worke of yalow sylke, scarlet, purple, and whyte sylke.
26And soch wemen as had hye vnderstondinge in wysdome, spanne goates hayre.
15Wy?dome is more worth the precious stones, & all ye thinges yt thou canst desyre, are not to be compared vnto her.
16Vpon hir right hande is longe life, & vpon hir left hande is riches & honor.
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.
26She toke holde of the nale wt hir hande, & the smyth hammer with hir righte hande, and smote Sissera, cut of his heade & pearsed and bored thorow his temples.
1A wyse woma vpholdeth hir house, but a foolish wife plucketh it downe.
28The spyder laboureth wt hir hades, & yt in ye kynges palace.
14sytteth in the dores of hir house vpo a stole aboue in the cite,
10O then let my wife be another mans harlot, and let other lye with her.
8yet in the sommer she prouideth hir meate, & gathereth hir foode together i ye haruest.
7Wherof the mower fylleth not his hande, nether he that byndeth vp the sheaues, his bosome.
9She shal make the a gracious heade, and garnish the with ye crowne of glory.
11Yf two men stryue together, and the wyfe of one renne to, to delyuer hir husbande from the hande of him that smyteth him, & put forth hir hande, and take him by the secretes,
12then shalt thou cut of hir hande, and thine eye shal not pitie her.
19Haue I sene eny man perish thorow nakednes & want of clothinge? Or, eny poore man for lack of rayment,
20whose sydes thanked me not, because he was warmed wt ye woll of my shepe?
23thorow an ydle houswife, & thorow an handmayden yt is heyre to hir mastres.
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)
26And I founde, that a woman is bytterer then death: for she is a very angle, hir hert is a nett, and hir handes are cheynes. Who so pleaseth God shal escape from her, but the synner will be taken wt her.
16He that refrayneth her, refrayneth the wynde, and holdeth oyle fast in his hode.
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:
16So harde is he vnto his yong ones, as though they were not his, and laboureth in vayne without eny feare.
4An ydle hande maketh poore, but a quycke laboringe hande maketh riche.
2Stondeth she not in the hye places in the stretes & wayes?
29From thence maye he beholde his praye, and loke farre aboute with his eyes.