Proverbs 8:1-18 ▼

1 Doth not wysdome crie? doth not vnderstondinge put forth hir voyce?

2 Stondeth she not in the hye places in the stretes & wayes?

3 doth she not crie before the whole cite, & in the gates where men go out & in?

4 It is you, o ye men (sayeth she) whom I call. Unto you (o ye childre of me) lift I vp my voyce.

5 Take hede vnto knowlege o ye ignoraut, be wyse in herte o ye fooles.

6 Geue eare, for I wil speake of greate matters, & open my lippes to tell thinges that be right.

7 For my throte shal be talkynge of ye trueth, & my lippes abhorre vngodlynesse.

8 All the wordes of my mouth are rightuous, there is no frowardnesse ner falsede therin.

9 They are all playne to soch as wil vnderstode, & right to the that fynde knowlege.

10 Receaue my doctryne therfore and not syluer, & knowlege more then fyne golde.

11 For wysdome is more worth then precious stones, yee all the thinges that thou cast desyre, are not to be compared vnto it.

12 I wysdome haue my dwellynge wt knowlege, and prudent councell is myne owne.

13 With me is the feare of the LORDE, and ye eschuynge of euell. As for pryde, disdayne, an euell waye, & a mouth that speaketh wicked thiges, I vtterly abhorre the.

14 I can geue councell, and be a gyde: I haue vnderstondinge, I haue strength.

15 Thorow me, kynges reigne: thorow me, prices make iust lawes.

16 Thorow me, lordes beare rule, and all iudges of ye earth execute iudgmet.

17 I am louynge vnto those that loue me, and they that seke me early, shal fynde me.

18 Riches & honoure are wt me, yee excellent goodes & rightuousnes.