Proverbs 31:7
that they maye drynke it, & forget their misery & aduersite.
that they maye drynke it, & forget their misery & aduersite.
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4 O Lamuel, geue kinges no wyne, geue kynges & prynces no stronge drynke:
5 lest they beinge dronken forget the lawe, & regarde not ye cause of the poore, & of all soch as be in aduersite.
6 Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:
16 Then shuldest thou forget thy misery, and thynke nomore vpon it, then vpon the waters that runne by.
15 Wo vnto him that geueth his neghboure dryncke, to get him wrothfull displeasure for his dronckennesse: that he maye se his preuytees.
17 He yt hath pleasure in banckettes, shal be a poore man: Who so delyteth in wyne and delicates, shal not be riche.
21 And therfore thou miserable & dronke (howbe it not wt wyne) Heare this:
9 there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it,
20 For he thinketh not moch how longe he shal lyue, for so moch as God fylleth his hert with gladnesse.
7 Go thou yi waye then, eate thy bred with ioye, & drynke yi wyne wt gladnesse, for thy workes please God.
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.
23 Drynke no lenger water, but vse a litle wyne for yi stomackes sake, and because thou art oft tymes sicke.
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.
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.
8 Be thou an aduocate & stonde in iudgment thyself, to speake for all soch as be dome & sucourles.
15 He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.
15 Therfore I commende gladnesse, because a man hath no better thinge vnder the Sonne, then to eate and drynke, and to be mery: for that shal he haue of his laboure all the daies of his life, which God geueth him vnder the Sonne.+
1 Wyne is a voluptuous thinge, & drockennes causeth sedicion: who so delyteth therin, shal neuer be wyse.
22 Wo vnto them, yt are connynge men to suppe out wyne, and experte to set vp drokenesse.
20 Their owne destruccion and misery shal they se with their eyes, and drynke of the fearfull wrath of the Allmighty.
19 Meate maketh men to laugh, and wyne maketh them mery: but vnto money are all thinges obedient.
20 Wherfore is the light geuen, to him that is in mysery? and life vnto them, that haue heuy hertes?
7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.
11 Wo be vnto them that ryse vp early to vse them selues in dronkynnes, and yet at night are more superfluous with wyne.
12 Come (saye they) I wil fetch wyne, so shal we fyll oure selues, that we maye be dronken. And do tomorow, like as to daye, yee and moch more.
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.
19 O remembre yet my mysery and my trouble, the wormwod and the gall.
5 O come on youre waye, eate my bred, and drynke my wyne, which I haue poured out for you.
27 When I am purposed to forget my complayninges to chaunge my countenaunce, and to coforte my self:
15 Thou bryngest fode out of the earth: wyne to make glad ye herte of ma, oyle to make him a chearfull countenaunce, & bred to strength mans herte.
23 Neuerthelesse the chefe butlar thought not on Ioseph, but forgat him.
27 They rele to and fro, they stacker like a droncken man, and are at their wittes ende.
11 The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.
7 where is there soch one as Iob, yt drinketh vp scornefulnes like water?
11 Whordome, wyne and dronckennesse take the herte awaye.
17 All the daies of his life also must he eate in the darcke, with greate carefulnesse, sicknesse & sorow.
18 Therfore me thinke it a better and a fayrer thinge, a man to eate and drynke, and to be refreshed of all his laboure, yt he taketh vnder the Sonne all the dayes of his life which God geueth him, for this is his porcion.
17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges.
13 But they to fulfil their lust and wilfulnes, slaugter oxe, they kyll shepe, they eate costly meate, & drynke wyne: let vs eate and drinke, tomorow we shal die.
27 for yf thou hast nothinge to paye, they shal take awaye thy bed from vnder the.
7 He shal drynke of the broke in the waye, therfore shal he lift vp his heade.
20 Who so syngeth a songe to a wicked herte, clotheth hi with ragges in the colde, and poureth vyneger vpon chalke.
3 So I thought in my herte, to withdrawe my flesh from wyne, to applye my mynde vnto wy?dome, and to comprehede foolishnes vntill the tyme that (amonge all ye thinges which are vnder ye Sonne) I might se what were best for men to do, so longe as they lyue vnder heauen.
6 ye that drynke wyne out of goblettes, & anoynte youre selues with the best oyle, but no man is sory for Ioseps hurte.
19 so that though he heare the wordes of this curse, he blesse him selfe yet in his hert, and saye: Tush, it shal not be so euell. I wil walke after the meanynge of myne awne hert, that the dronken maye perishe with the thyrstie.
24 Is it not better then for a ma to eate and drynke, and his soule to be mery in his laboure? Yee I sawe that this also was a gifte of God:
17 But well is the (O thou realme and londe) whose kinge is come of nobles, and whose prynces eate in due season, for strength and not for lust.
16 Euen so shall he kepe the (yf thou wilt be content) from the bottomlesse pytte that is beneth: & yf thou wilt holde the quyete, he shal fyll thy table with plenteousnesse.
10 so shal thy barnes be fylled with plenteousnesse, and thy presses shal flowe ouer with swete wyne.