Psalms 45:10
Kynges doughters go in thy goodly araye, & vpon thy right honde stondeth the quene in a vesture of the most fyne golde.
Kynges doughters go in thy goodly araye, & vpon thy right honde stondeth the quene in a vesture of the most fyne golde.
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11 Herken (o doughter) considre, & enclyne thine eare: forget thine owne people, & thy fathers house.
12 So shal the kynge haue pleasure in thy beutie, for he is thy LORDE, & thou shalt worshipe him.
13 The doughters of Tyre shal be there with giftes, the riche amonge the people shal make their supplicacion before the.
14 The kynges doughter is all glorious within, hir clothinge is of wrought golde.
8 Thou hast loued rightuousnesse, & hated iniquite: wherfore God (which is thy God) hath anoynted the with the oyle of gladnes aboue thy felowes.
9 All thy garmentes are like myrre, Aloes & Cassia, when thou comest out of thine yuerie palaces in thy beutifull glory.
32 Doth a mayden forget hir raymet, or a bryde hir stomacher? And doth my people forget me so loge?
11 Go forth (o ye doughters of Sion) and beholde kynge Salomon in the crowne, wherwith his mother crowned him in the daye of his mariage, and in the daye of the gladnesse of his hert.
17 forsaketh the hu?bande of hir youth, and forgetteth the couenaunt of hir God.
8 My sonne, heare thy fathers doctryne, and forsake not the lawe of yi mother:
9 for that shal brynge grace vnto thy heade, & shalbe a cheyne aboute thy necke.
7 Heare me therfore (o my sonne) and departe not fro the wordes of my mouth.
8 Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house.
9 That thou geue not thine honor vnto another, and thy yeares to the cruell.
5 Get the wy?dome, get the vnderstondinge, forget not ye wordes of my mouth, & shreke not from them.
6 Forsake her not, and she shal preserue the: loue her, and she shal kepe the.
1 My sonne, forget not my lawe, but se yt thine hert kepe my comaundemetes.
22 Geue eare vnto thy father that begat the, and despyse not thy mother whan she is olde.
4 Wherfore trustest thou in the water streames, that flowe to and fro, o thou fearce doughter: and thynkest thou art so safe (by reason off thy treasure) that no man shal come to the?
26 My sonne, geue me thyne herte, and let thine eyes haue pleasure in my wayes.
8 Yf thou knowe not yi self (o thou fayrest amoge women) tha go yi waye forth after ye fotesteppes of the shepe, as though thou woldest fede yi goates besyde ye shepherdes tentes.
15 Doth a wife forget the childe of hir wombe, ad the sonne who she hath borne? And though she do forget, yet wil not I forget the.
20 My sonne, why wilt thou haue pleasure in an harlot, and embrace the bosome of another woma?
1 Heare (O ye children) the fatherly exortacio, & take good hede, that ye maye lerne wy?dome.
20 My sonne, marcke my wordes, and enclyne thine eare vnto my saynges.
8 Make moch of her, and she shal promote the: Yee yf thou embracest her, she shal brynge the vnto honoure.
9 She shal make the a gracious heade, and garnish the with ye crowne of glory.
10 Heare my sonne, and receaue my wordes, that the yeares of thy life maye be many.
4 Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my sister, and call vnderstondinge thy kynswoman:
5 that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes.
16 With ioye and gladnesse shal they be brought, and go in to the kynges palace.
1 My sonne, geue hede vnto my wysdome, & bowe thine eare vnto my prudece:
45 Thou art euen thy mothers owne doughter, that hath cast of hir hou?bonde and hir children: Yee thou art the sister of thy sisters, which forsoke their hu?bodes and their children. Youre mother is a Cethite, and youre father an Amorite.
4 Lift vp thine eyes, & loke rounde aboute the: All these gather the selues, & come to the. Sonnes shal come vnto ye from farre, & doughters shal gather the selues to the on euery side.
9 But one is my doue, my derlynge. She is the onely beloued of hir mother, & deare vnto her that bare her. Wha the daughters sawe her, they sayde she was blessed: Yee the quenes and concubines praysed her.
16 Take thy lute (saie men to her) and go aboute the citie, thou art yet an vnknowne wensche, make pastyme with dyuerse balettes, wherby thou mayest come in to acquantaunce.
9 Thou hast wouded my hert (o my sister, my spouse) thou hast wounded my hert, with one of thine eyes, and with one cheyne of thy neck.
9 Vp (ye rich and ydle cities), harken vnto my voyce. Ye careles cities, marcke my wordes.
11 Feare not now my doughter: All yt thou hast sayde, will I do for the: for all the cite of my people knoweth, yt thou art a vertuous woma.
4 and hir vowe or bonde that she maketh ouer hir soule, commeth to hir fathers eares, & he holde his peace therto, the all hir vowes & bondes yt she hath boude hir self withall ouer hir soule, shal stode in effecte.
10 Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels:
16 These are the statutes yt the LORDE comaunded Moses betwene a man & his wife, & betwene the father & his doughter, whyle she is yet a damsell in hir fathers house.
25 yt thou lust not after her beuty in thine herte, & lest thou be take wt hir fayre lokes.
5 Syt still, holde thy tunge, and get the in to some darcke corner (O doughter Caldea) for thou shalt nomore be called lady of kyngdomes.
5 (Turne awaye thine eyes fro me, for they make me to proude) Thy hayrie lockes are like a flocke of goates vpon ye mount of Galaad.
20 My sonne, kepe thy fathers comaundemetes, & forsake not ye lawe of thy mother.
16 for he shall heare his handmayden, to delyuer me from the hande of all them, that wolde destroye me with my sonne from the enheritaunce of God.
8 Heare now therfore, thou wilful, that syttest so carelesse, & speakest thus in thine herte: I am alone, and without me is there none: I shal neuer be wydow, ner desolate agayne.
2 My tonge is ye penne of a ready wryter.