Proverbs 8:3
doth she not crie before the whole cite, & in the gates where men go out & in?
doth she not crie before the whole cite, & in the gates where men go out & in?
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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?
2she hath slaughted, poured out hir wyne, and prepared hir table.
3She hath sent forth hir maydens to crie vpo the hyest place of the cite:
4Who so is ignoraut, let him come hither. And to the vn wise she sayde:
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:
8goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
9in the twylight of of the euenynge, when it begane now to be night and darcke.
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:
34Blessed is ye man that heareth me, watchinge daylie at my gates, & geuynge attendaunce at the postes of my dores.
4It is you, o ye men (sayeth she) whom I call. Unto you (o ye childre of me) lift I vp my voyce.
26At that tyme shall their gates mourne and complayne, and they shal syt as desolate folck vpon the earth.
31Geue her of the frute of hir handes, and let hir owne workes prayse her in the gates.
8Kepe thy waye farre from her, and come not nye ye dores of hir house.
7when I wente thorow the cite vnto the gate, & whe they set me a chayre in ye strete:
19Agayne, thus hath the LORDE sayde vnto me: Go and stonde vnder the gate, where thorow the people and the kinges of Iuda go out and in, yee vnder all the gates of Ierusalem,
20and saye vnto them: Heare the worde of the LORDE, ye kinges of Iuda, and all thou people of Iuda, and all ye citesyns of Ierusalem, that go thorow this gate:
6For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies,
23Hir hu?bade is moch set by in ye gates, whe he sytteth amonge ye rulers of ye londe.
17Hir wayes are pleasaunt wayes, and all hir pathes are peaceable.
18She is a tre of life to them that laye holde vpon her, and blessed are they that kepe her fast.
2Stonde vnder the gates of the LORDES house, and crie out these wordes there, with a loude voyce, and saye: Heare the worde of the LORDE, all ye of Iuda, that go in at this dore, to honoure the LORDE.
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.
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.
3The watchmen that go aboute ye cite, founde me. Sawe ye not him, whom my soule loueth?
19Open me the gates of rightuousnes, yt I maye go in there thorow, & geue thakes vnto the LORDE.
20This is the dore of the LORDE, the rightuous shall entre in thorow it.
18For hir house is enclyned vnto death, and hir pathes vnto hell.
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.
16Then cried there a wyse woma out of ye cite: Heare, heare, saye vnto Ioab that he come hither, I wyl speake with him.
26Then came the woman early in the mornynge, and fell downe at the dore of the mas house that her lorde was in, and laye there tyll it was light.
4whan the dores in the stretes shal be shutt, and whan ye voyce of the Myller shall be layed downe: whan men shall ryse vp at the voyce of the byrde, and whan all ye doughters of musyck shalbe brought lowe:
21Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with hir flateringe lippes she wanne him.
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.
10Wickednesse is therin, disceate and gyle go not out of hir stretes.
11Yf it were myne enemie that reuyled me, I coude beare it: or yf one that ought me euell will dyd threaten me, I wolde hyde myself from him.
7So the watchmen that wente aboute the cite, foude me, smote me, and wounded me: Yee they that kepte the walles, toke awaye my garmet fro me.
8Make moch of her, and she shal promote the: Yee yf thou embracest her, she shal brynge the vnto honoure.
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?
9Yf she be a wall, we shal buylde a syluer bollworke there vpon: Yf she be a tower, we shal festen her with bordes of Cedre tre.