Textus Receptus: New page: Pro 7:1 My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee. Pro 7:2 Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue. Pro 7:3 Binde them vpo...

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New page: Pro 7:1 My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee. Pro 7:2 Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue. Pro 7:3 Binde them vpo...

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Pro 7:1 My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee.
Pro 7:2 Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue.
Pro 7:3 Binde them vpon thy fingers, and wryte them in the table of thyne heart.
Pro 7:4 Say vnto wysdome, thou art my sister: and call vnderstanding thy kinsewoman:
Pro 7:5 That they may kepe thee from the straunge woman, and from the forraine woman which geueth sweete wordes.
Pro 7:6 For at the windowe of my house I loked through the windowe,
Pro 7:7 And behelde among the simple people and among the chyldren a young man voyde of wyt,
Pro 7:8 Goyng ouer the streate by the corner in the way towarde her house
Pro 7:9 In the twylight of the euening, when it began nowe to be night and darke:
Pro 7:10 And behold there met hym a woman with open tokens of an harlot, onlye her heart was hid:
Pro 7:11 She was full of loude wordes and redye to dallie, whose feete coulde not abide in the house:
Pro 7:12 Nowe is she without, nowe in the streates, and lyeth in wayte at euery corner.
Pro 7:13 She caught hym and kissed him, and was not ashamed, saying:
Pro 7:14 I had a vowe of peace offeringes to pay, and this day I perfourme it:
Pro 7:15 Therefore came I foorth to meete thee, that I might seeke thy face, and so haue I founde thee.
Pro 7:16 I haue deckt my bed with coueringes of tapessarie, and clothes of Egypt.
Pro 7:17 My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes, and Cinamon.
Pro 7:18 Come let vs take our fill of loue vntyll the morning, and let vs solace our selues with the pleasures of loue.
Pro 7:19 For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of.
Pro 7:20 He hath taken the bagge of money with hym, and wyll returne at the appointed solempne feast.
Pro 7:21 Thus with many sweete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flattering lippes she entised hym.
Pro 7:22 Sodainly he folowed her, as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, and lyke as it were a foole [that laugheth] when he goeth to the stockes to be punished,
Pro 7:23 So long tyll she had wounded his lyuer with her dart: lyke as if a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowing that the perill of his life lieth thervpon.
Pro 7:24 Heare me now therfore O my chylde, and marke the wordes of my mouth:
Pro 7:25 Let not thyne heart wander in her wayes, and be not thou deceaued in her pathes.
Pro 7:26 For many one hath she wounded and cast downe, yea many a strong man hath ben slaine by the meanes of her.
Pro 7:27 Her house is the way vnto hell, and bryng men downe into the chaumbers of death.

Proverbs 7 Bishops' Bible 1568 - Revision history

Textus Receptus: New page: Pro 7:1 My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee. Pro 7:2 Kepe my commaundementes & my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt liue. Pro 7:3 Binde them vpo...