Psalms 73:7 Cross References - Coverdale

⁷ Their eyes swell for fatnesse, they do euen what they lyst.

² And there was a man at Maon, and his possession at Carmel, and the man was of greate power, and had thre thousande shepe, and a thousande goates. And it fortuned that he clypped his shepe at Carmel,

³⁶ But whan Abigail came to Nabal, beholde, he had prepared a feast in his house like a kynges feast, and his hert was mery, for he was very dronken. And she tolde him nothinge, nether small ner greate vntyll ye cleare mornynge.

²⁷ where as he couereth his face with fatnesse, and maketh his body well lykynge.

¹⁰ Which manteyne their owne welthynesse with oppression, & their mouth speaketh proude thinges.

¹⁴ Fro the men of thy honde (o LORDE) from the men off the worlde, which haue their porcion in this life: whose belies thou fyllest with thy treasure.

¹² Lo, these are the vngodly, these prospere in the worlde, these haue riches in possession.

⁷⁰ Their herte is as fat as brawne, but my delite is in thy lawe.

⁹ The chaunginge of their countenaunce bewrayeth them, yee they declare their owne synnes them selues, as the Sodomites, & hyde the not. Wo be vnto their soules, for they shalbe heuely rewarded.

²⁸ herof are they fat and welthy, and are runne awaye fro me with shamefull blasphemies. They ministre not the lawe, they make no ende of the fatherlesses cause, they iudge not the poore acordinge to equite.

⁴⁹ Beholde, the synnes of thy sister Sodoma were these: Pryde, fulnesse of meate, abundaunce and Idilnesse: these thinges had she and hir doughters. Besydes that, they reached not their honde to the poore and nedy,

¹⁶ And he tolde them a symilitude, and sayde: There was a riche man, whose felde had brought forth frutes plenteously, ¹⁷ and he thought in himself, and sayde: What shal I do? I haue nothinge wher in to gather my frutes. ¹⁸ And he sayde: This wil I do, I wil breake downe my barnes, & buylde greater, and therin wil I gather all myne increace, & my goodes, ¹⁹ & wil saye vnto my soule: Soule, thou hast moch goodes layed vp in stoare for many yeares, take now thine ease, eate, drinke, and be mery.