Proverbs 9:3
She hath sent forth hir maydens to crie vpo the hyest place of the cite:
She hath sent forth hir maydens to crie vpo the hyest place of the cite:
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1Wysdome hath buylded herself an house, and hewen out seuen pilers:
2she hath slaughted, poured out hir wyne, and prepared hir table.
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:
20Wy?dome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes.
21She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge:
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?
4Who so is ignoraut, let him come hither. And to the vn wise she sayde:
5O come on youre waye, eate my bred, and drynke my wyne, which I haue poured out for you.
10And beholde, there mett him a woma in an harlottes apparell
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:
26At that tyme shall their gates mourne and complayne, and they shal syt as desolate folck vpon the earth.
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?
2She 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.
31buyldinge thy stewes at the heade of euery strete, and thy brodel houses in all places? Thou hast not bene as an other whore, yt maketh booste of hir wynnynge:
32but as a wife yt breaketh wedlocke, & taketh other in steade of hir hu?bode.
25Let not thine herte wandre in hir wayes, & be not thou disceaued in hir pathes.
26For many one hath she wouded and cast downe, yee many a stronge ma hath she slayne.
27Hir house is the waye vnto hell, where men go downe to the chambers of death.
42Then 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.
43Then thought I: no doute, these wil vse their harlotry also wt yoder olde whore.
8goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
7And as moche as she gloryfied her selfe and lyued wantanly, so moch poure ye in for her of punysshmet, and sorowe, for she sayeth in her herte: I syt beinge a quene, and am no wyddowe, and shall se no sorowe.
1Wo to the abhominable, fylthie and cruel cite:
2which wil not heare, ner be refourmed. Hir trust is not in the LORDE, nether wil she holde her to hir God.
3Hir rulers within her are as roaringe lyons: hir iudges are as wolues in the euenynge, which leaue nothinge behynde them till the morow.
8Ierusalem synned euer more & more, therfore is she come in decaye. All they that had her in honoure, despise her: for they haue sene hir fylthinesse. Yee she sigheth, and is a shamed of herselfe.
9Hir skyrtes are defyled, she remebred not what wolde folowe: therfore is hir fall so greate, and there is no ma to comforte her. O LORDE, cosidre my trouble, for myne enemie hath the vpper honde.
10The enemie hath put his honde to all the precious thinges that she had, yee euen before hir eyes came the Heithen in and out of the Sanctuary: whom thou (neuertheles) hast forbydden to come within thy congregacion.
15This is the proude and carelesse cite, that sayde in hir herte: I am, and there is els none. O how is she made so waist, yt the beestes lye therin? Who so goeth by, mocketh her, and poynteth at her with his fynger.
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.
4And that for the greate and manyfolde whordome, of the fayre and beutifull harlot: which is a mastresse of wychcraft, yee and selleth the people thorow hir whordome, and the nacions thorow hir wichcraft.
10What is she this, that pepeth out as the mornynge? fayre as the Moone, excellent as the Sonne, glorious as an armye of men with their banners?
15O thou beloued, why doest thou so shamefull greate blasphemies in my house? euen as though that holy flesh might absolue the, specially when thou hast made thy boost off thy wickednes.
35Therfore heare the worde of the LORDE, o thou harlot:
9And the kynges of the earth shal bewepe her and wayle ouer her, which haue committed fornicacion and lyued wantanly with her, when they shal se the smoke of her burnynge,
15Crie out: vpon her, vpon her, agaynst her roude aboute: she shal yelde herselfe, her foundacios shal fall, & hir walles shall come downe, for it shalbe the vengeaunce of the LORDE. Yee vegeaunce shalbe taken of her, & as she hath done, so shal she be dealt withall.
25hast thou buylded the an aulter. Thou hast made thy beuty to be abhorred: thou hast layed out thy legges to euery one that came by, and multiplied thine whordome.
2I wil get vp (thought I) and go aboute the cite: vpon the market and in all ye stretes will I seke him whom my soule loueth, but whan I sought him, I founde him not.
14But she increased still in whordome: for when she sawe men paynted vpon the wall, the ymages off the Caldees set forth with fresh colours,
29From thence maye he beholde his praye, and loke farre aboute with his eyes.
17Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.
18For hir house is enclyned vnto death, and hir pathes vnto hell.
7for the bloude is yet in it Vpon a playne drye stone hath she poured it, and not vpon the grounde, that it might be couered with dust.