Isaiah 45:10
Wo be vnto him, yt saieth to his father: why begettest thou? And to his mother: why bearest thou?
Wo be vnto him, yt saieth to his father: why begettest thou? And to his mother: why bearest thou?
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9Wo be vnto him that chydeth wt his maker, the potsherde with the potter. Saieth ye claye to the potter: What makest thou? or, yi worke serueth for nothige?
11Thus saieth the LORDE, euen the holy one & maker of Israel: Axe me of thinges for to come, concernynge my sonnes: and put me in remebraunce, as touchinge the workes of my hodes:
9For thus sayeth the LORDE: Am I he that maketh other to beare, and beare not my self? Am not I he that beareth, and maketh baren? saieth thy God.
13Therfore shall sorowes come vpon him, as vpon a woman that traualeth. An vndiscrete sonne is he: for he considreth not, that he shulde not haue bene able to haue endured in the tyme of his byrth,
14Cursed be the daye, wherein I was borne: vnhappie be ye daye, where in my mother brought me forth.
15Cursed be the man, that brought my father the tidinges, to make him glad, sayenge: thou hast gotten a sonne.
10O mother, alas that euer thou dydest beare me, an enemie and hated of the whole londe: Though I neuer lente ner receaued vpon vsury, yet euery man speake euell vpon me.
21To whom wilt thou make thy mone, when they come vpon the? for thou hast taught the thy self, and made the masters ouer the. Shal not sorowe come vpo the, as on a woman trauelinge with childe?
2My sonne, thou sonne of my body: O my deare beloued sonne,
20O thou man, who art thou, that disputest with God? Sayeth the worke to his workman: Why hast thou made me on this fashion?
15He that fashioned me in my mothers wombe, made he not him also? were we not both shappen alyke in oure mothers bodies?
44Beholde, all they yt vse comon prouerbes, shall vse this prouerbe also agaynst the: Soch a mother, soch a doughter.
45Thou 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.
6Thankest thou the LORDE yi God so, thou foolish and vnwyse people? Is not he thy father and thy LORDE? Hath he not made the, and prepared the?
27For they saye to a stock, thou art my father, and to a stone: thou hast begotten me, yee they haue turned their back vpon me, & not their face. But in the tyme of their trouble, when they saye: stonde vp, and helpe vs,
3For of the children that are borne in this place, of their mothers that haue borne them, and of their fathers that haue begotten them in this londe, thus saieth the LORDE:
26He yt hurteth his father or shuteth out his mother, is a shamefull & an vnworthy sonne.
11He that bryngeth vp an euell reporte vpo the generacion of his father and mother, is not worthy to be commended.
25An vndiscrete sonne is a grefe vnto his father, and heuynesse vnto his mother yt bare him.
12And though they bringe vp eny, yet will I make them childlesse amonge men. Yee wo shall come to them, when I departe from them.
21An vnwyse body bryngeth himselfe in to sorowe, and ye father of a foole can haue no ioye.
21Then shalt thou thinke by thy self: Who hath begotte me these? seinge I am bare & aloe, a captyue & an outcast? And who hath norished the vp for me? I am desolate & alone, but fro whece come these?
1Wo be to those shrenkinge children (saieth the LORDE) which seke councel, but not at me: which take a webbe in honde, but not after my will: that they maye heape one synne vpon another.
16Cursed be he, that curseth his father and mother. And all the people shall saye, Amen.
2Heare o heauen, herken o earth, for the LORDE speaketh: I haue norished & brought vp children, and they are fallen awaye fro me.
20Beholde (O LORDE) & considre, why hast thou gathered me vp so clene? Shal the women then eate their owne frute, euen children of a spanne longe? Shal the prestes and prophetes be slayne thus in the Sanctuary of the LORDE?
19Both these thinges are happened vnto the, but who is sory for it? Yee, destruction, waistinge, hunger & swerde: but who hath conforted the?
9Why the art thou now so heuy? is there no kynge in the? are thy councelers awaye that thou art so payned, as a woman in hir trauayle?
3Come hither therfore ye charmers children, ye sonnes of the aduoutrer & the whore:
4Wherin take ye youre pleasure? Vpo whom gape ye with yor mouth, & bleare out yor tonge? Are ye not childre of aduoutry, & a sede of dissimulaicon?
14Beholde, he trauayleth with myschefe, he hath coceaued vnhappynesse, and brought forth a lye.
4Els woldest thou saye vnto me: O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, and led me fro my youth:
15Wo be vnto them that seke so depe, to hyde their ymaginacion before the LORDE, which rehearce their coucels in ye darknes, and saye: who seith vs, or who knoweth vs?
16Which ymaginacion of yours is euen as when the potters claye taketh advisemet, as though the worke might saye to ye worke master: make me not, or as when an erthen vessel saieth of the potter: he vnderstondeth not.
18Wherfore hast thou brought me out of my mothers wombe? O that I had perished, & that no eye had sene me.
13yt thy mynde is so puft vp agaynst God & lettest soch wordes go out of thy mouth?
1Thus saieth the LORDE: Where is the bill of yor mothers deuorcemet, that I sent vnto her? or who is the vsurer, to who I solde you? Beholde, for youre owne offeces are ye solde: & because of youre transgression, is youre mother forsake.
11But wo be to ye vngodly and vnrightuous for they shalbe rewarded after their workes.
12O my people, rybaudes oppresse ye, and women haue rule of the. O my people, thy leders deceaue the, and treade out the waye of thy footsteppes.
14O LORDE thou shalt geue them: what shalt thou geue them? geue them an vnfrutefull wombe and drye brestes.
6Shulde not a sonne honoure his father, and a seruaut his master? Yf I be now a father, where is myne honoure? Yf I be the LORDE, where am I feared? sayeth the LORDE of hoostes. Now to you prestes, that despise my name. And yf ye saye: wherin haue we despised thy name?
19I haue shewed also, how I toke the vp beinge but a childe, and gaue the a pleasaunt londe for thine heretage, yee and a goodly hooste of the Heithen: and how I commaunded the, that thou shuldest call me father only, and not to shrencke fro me.
37What is he then that saieth: there shulde somthinge be done without the LORDES comaundement?
6For what els doth this signifie, that I se? Namely, that all stronge men smyte, euery man his honde vpon his loynes, as a woman in the payne of hir trauayle. Who euer sawe a man trauayle with childe? Enquere therafter, & se. Yee all their faces are maruelous pale.
25so shal thy father be glad, and thy mother that bare the, shal reioyse.
27Thy first father offended sore, and thy rulers haue synned agaynst me
3So that yf eny off them prophecy eny more, his owne father and mother that begat him, shall saye vnto him: Thou shalt dye, for thou speakest lyes vnder the name off the LORDE: Yee his owne father and mother that begat him, shall wounde him, when he prophecyeth.
10Who shulde now make a god, or fashio an Idol, that is profitable for nothinge?
18Wherfore came I forth off my mothers wombe? To haue experience of laboure and sorowe? and to lede my life with shame?
7Art thou the first man, that euer was borne? Or, wast thou made before the hylles?