Psalms 94:11
The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of men, that they are but vayne.
The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of men, that they are but vayne.
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20 And agayne: The LORDE knoweth the thoughtes of the wyse, that they are vayne.
11 For it is he, that knoweth the vanite of men: he seyth their wickednesse also, shulde he not then considre it?
3 LORDE, what is ma, that thou hast soch respecte vnto him? Or the sonne of man, that thou so regardest him?
4 Man is like a thinge of naught, his tyme passeth awaye like a shadowe.
10 He that nurtureth the Heithen, and teacheth a man knowlege, shal not he punysh?
23 Trye me (o God) and seke the grounde of myne hert: proue me, & examen my thoughtes.
14 For he knoweth wherof we be made, he remembreth that we are but dust.
1 O Lorde, thou searchest me out, and knowest me. Thou knowest my downe syttinge & my vprisynge, thou vnderstodest my thoughtes a farre of.
2 Thou art aboute my path & aboute my bedd, & spyest out all my wayes.
12 Blessed is the ma, whom thou lernest (o LORDE) and teachest him in thy lawe.
5 O LORDE, how glorious are thy workes, thy thoughtes are very depe.
6 An vnwyse man wil not knowe this, & a foole wil not vnderstode it.
21 Yf we had forgotten the name of oure God, & holde vp oure hondes to eny straunge God: Shulde not God fynde it out? for he knoweth the very secretes of the hert.
11 Tush (saye they) how shulde God perceaue it? is there knowlege in the most hyest?
11 A vayne thinge is it to cast out many wordes, but what hath a man els?
23 Now I knowe (o LORDE) that is not in mas power to ordre his owne waies, or to rule his owne steppes & goinges.
3 Foolishnesse maketh a man to go out of his waye, & then is his herte vnpacient agaynst the LORDE.
27 But I knowe what ye thinke, yee and what ye ymagin agaynst me vnrightuously.
9 Amonge all thinges lyuynge, man hath the most disceatfull and vnsercheable hert. Who shall then knowe it?
10 Euen I the LORDE ripe out the grounde off the hert, ad search the reynes and rewarde euery ma acordinge to his wayes, and acordinge to the frute off his councels.
24 The LORDE ordreth euery mas goinges, for what is he, that vnderstondeth his owne wayes?
8 For thus saieth the LORDE: My thoughtes are not youre thoughtes, & youre wayes are not my wayes:
1 A man maye well purpose a thinge in his harte, but ye answere of ye tonge cometh of ye LORDE.
2 A ma thinketh all his waies to be clene, but it is ye LORDE yt fashioneth ye myndes.
34 For who hath knowne the mynde of the LORDE? Or who hath bene his councell geuer?
4 My hert was hote within me, & whyle I was thus musynge, the fyre kyndled: so that I spake with my tonge.
5 LORDE, let me knowe myne ende, and the nombre of my dayes: that I maye be certified what I wante.
6 Beholde, thou hast made my dayes a spanne longe, and my life is as it were nothinge before the. O how vayne are all men lyuynge?
2 Euery man thinketh his owne waye to be right, but the LORDE iudgeth ye hertes.
11 For what ma knoweth what is in man, saue the sprete of ma which is in him? Euen so no man knoweth what is in God, saue ye sprete of God.
17 How deare are yi coucels vnto me o God? O how greate is the summe of them?
23 But God seyth hir waie, & knoweth hir place.
11 My dayes are past, my thoughtes are vanished awaye, which haue vexed myne herte,
17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him?
5 And with that, fell the sprete of the LORDE vpon me, and sayde vnto me: Speake, thus saieth the LORDE: On this maner haue yee spoke (O ye house of Israel) and I knowe the ymaginacios of youre hertes.
4 Blessed is he that hath ye God of Iacob for his helpe, and whose hope is in the LORDE his God.
11 But the coucell of the LORDE endureth, and the thoughtes of his hert from generacion to generacion.
11 The hell wt hir payne is knowne vnto the LORDE, how moch more then the hertes of men?
3 Let go yor greate boostinge of hye thynges, let go out of youre mouth that olde byworde: for the LORDE is a God yt knoweth all thinges, & he hath set all workes in order.
8 Take hede, ye vnwise amonge the people: o ye fooles, when wil ye vnderstonde?
11 When thou punyshest man for synne, thou chastenest him: so that his beutie consumeth awaye, like as it were a mothe. O how vayne are all men?
21 For euery mas wayes are open in the sight of the LORDE, and he podereth all their goinges.
12 Yf thou wilt saye: I knewe not of it. Thynkest thou yt he which made ye hertes, doth not cosidre it? & yt he which regardeth yi soule, seith it not? Shal not he recopence euery man acordinge to his workes?
11 But who regardeth the power of thy wrath, thy fearfull & terrible displeasure?
9 A ma deuyseth a waye in his herte, but it is ye LORDE yt ordreth his goinges.
18 Vayne is it, & worthy to be laughed at: & in the tyme of visitacion it shal perish.
21 There are many deuices in a mas herte, neuertheles the coucell of ye LORDE shal stode.
21 And why? his eyes loke vpon the wayes of man, and he seyth all his goinges.
2 The LORDE loked downe fro heaue vpo the children of men, to se yf there were eny, that wolde vnderstonde & seke after God. But they are all gone out of the waye, they are alltogether become vnprofitable: there is none that doth good, no not one.
11 For I knowe, what I haue deuysed for you, saieth the LORDE. My thoughtes are to geue you peace, & not trouble (which I geue you all redie) & that ye might haue hope agayne.