Verse 22

Every man can eschue a persone moued in anger, for what doth he wysely?

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 146:3 : 3 For when ye breth of man goeth forth, he shal turne agayne to his earth, and so all his thoughtes perishe.
  • Jer 17:5 : 5 Thus saieth the LORDE: Cursed be the man that putteth his trust in man, ad that taketh flesh for his arme: and he, whose herte departeth from ye LORDE.
  • Ps 144:3-4 : 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.
  • Ps 8:4 : 4 Oh what is man, yt thou art so myndfull of him? ether the sonne of ma that thou visitest him?
  • Jas 4:14 : 14 & yet ca not tell what shal happe to morowe. For what thinge is youre life? It is euen a vapoure that apereth for a lytell tyme, and the vanysheth awaye:
  • Job 27:3 : 3 My lippes shall talke of no vanite, and my tonge shal speake no disceate,
  • Isa 40:15 : 15 Beholde, all people are in coparison of him, as a droppe to a bucketfull, and are counted as the leest thinge yt the balaunce weyeth. Beholde, ye Iles are in comparison of him, as the shadowe of the Sonne beame.
  • Ps 62:9 : 9 Sela. As for men, they are but vayne, me are disceatfull: vpo the weightes they are al together lighter then vanite itself.
  • Gen 2:7 : 7 And ye LORDE God shope man eue of the moulde of the earth, & brethed in to his face ye breth of life. And so was man made a lyuynge soule.
  • Gen 7:22 : 22 What so euer had the breth of life vpon the drye londe, dyed.
  • Job 7:15-21 : 15 that my soule wyssheth rather to be hanged, and my bones to be deed. 16 I can se no remedy, I shall lyue nomore: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vayne 17 What is man, that thou hast him in soch reputacion, and settest so moch by him? 18 Thou takest diligent care for him, and sodely doest thou trye him. 19 Why goest thou not fro me, ner lettest me alone, so longe till I swalow downe my spetle? 20 I haue offended, what shal I do vnto ye, O thou preseruer off men? Why hast thou made me to stonde in thy waye, and am so heuy a burden vnto myself? 21 Why doest thou not forgeue me my synne? Wherfore takest thou not awaye my wickednesse? Beholde, now must I slepe in the dust: and yff thou sekest me tomorow in the mornynge, I shalbe gone.