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Proverbs - Chapter: 7

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7:1My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my commaundementes by the.
7:2Kepe my commaundementes and my lawe, euen as the apple of thyne eye, and thou shalt lyue.
7:3Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, and wryte them in the table of thyne hert.
7:4Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my syster, and call vnderstandynge thy kynswoman:
7:5that they maye kepe the from the straunge woman, and from the harlot which geueth swete wordes.
7:6For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorowe the latysse,
7:7& behelde the symple people: and amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole,
7:8goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house,
7:9in the twylight of the euenynge, when it beganne nowe to be nyght & darcke.
7:10And beholde, there mett hym a woman wt open tokens of an harlot, onely her herte was hyde,
7:11She was full of loude wordes, & redy to daly: whose fete coulde not abyde in the house,
7:12nowe is the without, now in the stretes, and layeth abayte in euery corner,
7:13she caught the yongeman, kyssed hym, and was not ashamed, sayinge:
7:14I had a vowe of peace offerynges to paye, and thys daye I perfourme it.
7:15Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I myght seke thy face, and so I haue founde the.
7:16I haue deckte my bed with couerynges and clothes of Egypte.
7:17My bed haue I made to smell of Mirre, Aloes, and Cynamon.
7:18Come lett vs ly together, and take oure pleasure tyll it be daye lyght: and we wyll enioye the pleasures of loue.
7:19For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of.
7:20He hath taken the bagge of moneye with hym: And will retourne home at the appoynted solempne feste?
7:21Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with her flatterynge lyppes she entysed hym
7:22sodenlye to folowe her: as it were an oxe led to the slaughter, & lyke as it were a foole that laugheth when he goeth to the stockes, to be punyshed,
7:23so longe tyll she had wounded hys lyuer with her dart: lyke as yf a byrde hasted to the snare, not knowynge that the parell of hys lyfe lyeth ther vpon.
7:24Heare me nowe therfore, O my chyldren, and marcke the wordes of my mouth.
7:25Let not thyne herte wandre in her wayes, and be not thou disceaued in her pathes.
7:26For many one hath she wounded and cast downe, yee many a stronge man hath bene slayne by the meanes of her.
7:27Her houses are the waye vnto hell, and brynge men downe into the chambers of death.

 

7:1Mi sone, kepe thou my wordis; and kepe myn heestis to thee. Sone, onoure thou the Lord, and thou schalt be `myyti; but outakun hym drede thou not an alien.
7:2Kepe thou myn heestis, and thou schalt lyue; and my lawe as the appil of thin iyen.
7:3Bynde thou it in thi fyngris; write thou it in the tablis of thin herte.
7:4Seie thou to wisdom, Thou art my sistir; and clepe thou prudence thi frendesse.
7:5That it kepe thee fro a straunge womman; and fro an alien womman, that makith hir wordis swete.
7:6For whi fro the wyndow of myn hous bi the latijs Y bihelde; and Y se litle children.
7:7I biholde a yong man coward,
7:8that passith bi the stretis, bisidis the corner; and he
7:9goith niy the weie of hir hous in derk tyme, whanne the dai drawith to niyt, in the derknessis and myst of the nyyt.
7:10And lo! a womman, maad redi with ournement of an hoore to disseyue soulis, meetith hym, and sche is a ianglere, and goynge about,
7:11and vnpacient of reste, and mai not stonde in the hous with hir feet;
7:12and now without forth, now in stretis, now bisidis corneris sche `aspieth.
7:13And sche takith, and kissith the yong man; and flaterith with wowynge cheer, and seith, Y ouyte sacrifices for heelthe;
7:14to dai Y haue yolde my vowis.
7:15Therfor Y yede out in to thi meetyng, and Y desiride to se thee; and Y haue founde thee.
7:16Y haue maad my bed with coordis, Y haue arayed with tapetis peyntid of Egipt;
7:17Y haue bispreynt my bed with myrre, and aloes, and canel.
7:18Come thou, be we fillid with tetis, and vse we collyngis that ben coueitid; til the dai bigynne to be cleer.
7:19For myn hosebonde is not in his hows; he is goon a ful long weie.
7:20He took with hym a bagge of money; he schal turne ayen in to his hous in the dai of ful moone.
7:21Sche boonde hym with many wordis; and sche drow forth hym with flateryngis of lippis.
7:22Anoon he as an oxe led to slayn sacrifice sueth hir, and as a ioli lomb and vnkunnynge; and the fool woot not, that he is drawun to bondys,
7:23til an arowe perse his mawe. As if a brid hastith to the snare; and woot not, that it is don of the perel of his lijf.
7:24Now therfor, my sone, here thou me; and perseyue the wordis of my mouth.
7:25Lest thi soule be drawun awei in the weies of hir; nether be thou disseyued in the pathis of hir.
7:26For sche castide doun many woundid men; and alle strongeste men weren slayn of hir.
7:27The weies of helle is hir hous; and persen in to ynnere thingis of deeth.

 

7:1My sonne, kepe my wordes, & laye vp my comaundemetes by the.
7:2Kepe my comaundemetes & my lawe, eue as the aple of thine eye, & thou shalt lyue.
7:3Bynde them vpon thy fyngers, & wryte the in the table of thine hert.
7:4Saye vnto wysdome: thou art my sister, and call vnderstondinge thy kynswoman:
7:5that she maye kepe ye fro ye strauge woma, & fro ye harlot which geueth swete wordes.
7:6For out of the wyndowe of my house I loked thorow the trelies,
7:7& behelde the simple people: & amonge other yonge folkes I spyed one yonge foole
7:8goinge ouer the stretes, by the corner in the waye towarde the harlottes house
7:9in the twylight of of the euenynge, when it begane now to be night and darcke.
7:10And beholde, there mett him a woma in an harlottes apparell
7:11(a disceatfull, waton & an vnstedfast woma: whose fete coude not abyde in ye house,
7:12now is she without, now i ye stretes, & lurketh i euery corner)
7:13she caught ye yoge ma, kyssed him & was not ashamed, sayege:
7:14I had a vowe to paye, & this daye I perfourme it.
7:15Therfore came I forth to mete the, that I might seke thy face, and so I haue founde the.
7:16I haue deckte my bed with coueringes & clothes of Egipte.
7:17My bed haue I made to smell of Myrre, Aloes and Cynamom.
7:18Come, let vs lye together, & take oure pleasure till it be daye light.
7:19For the good man is not at home, he is gone farre of.
7:20He hath taken the bagg of moneye with him, who can tell whe he cometh home?
7:21Thus with many swete wordes she ouercame him, and with hir flateringe lippes she wanne him.
7:22Immediatly he foloweth her, as it were an oxeled to the slaughter (and like as it were to the stockes, where fooles are punyshed)
7:23so longe till she hath wounded his lyuer with hir darte: like as yf a byrde haisted to the snare, not knowinge that the parell of his life lyeth there vpo.
7:24Heare me now therfore (o my sonne) and marcke the wordes of my mouth.
7:25Let not thine herte wandre in hir wayes, & be not thou disceaued in hir pathes.
7:26For many one hath she wouded and cast downe, yee many a stronge ma hath she slayne.
7:27Hir house is the waye vnto hell, where men go downe to the chambers of death.

 


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