Job 21:16 Cross References - Bishops

¹⁶ Lo, there is vtterly no goodnesse in their hande, therefore wyll I not haue to do with the counsaile of the vngodly

⁶ O my soule, come not thou into their secretes, neither into their congregations let mine honour be vnited: for in their wrath they slewe a man, and in their selfe wyll, they dygge downe a wall

²¹ And sayde: Naked came I out of my mothers wombe, & naked shall I turne thyther againe: The Lorde gaue & the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lorde

⁹ What is he but he knoweth that the hande of the Lorde made all these ¹⁰ In whose hande is the soule of euery liuing thing, and the breath of all mankinde

¹⁸ He filled their houses with good things: but the counsell of the vngodly be farre from me

¹ Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsell of the vngodly: nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seate of the scornefull

⁶ There be some that put their trust in their goodes: and boast them selues in the multitude of their riches ⁷ But no man at all can redeeme his brother: nor geue a raunsome vnto God for hym

⁵ Therfore the Lord wyll destroy thee for euer: he wyll take thee and plucke thee out of thy dwelling, and roote thee out of the lande of the liuing. Selah ⁶ The righteous also shall see this: and they wyll be afraide and laugh hym to scorne ⁷ [Saying] lo this is the man that put not the Lorde [to be] his strength: but trusted vnto the multitude of his riches, and strengthed him selfe in his wickednesse

¹⁰ My sonne, if sinners entice thee, consent not vnto them

⁸ Kepe thy way farre from her, & come not nigh the doores of her house

⁸ Neither is there any man that hath power ouer the spirite to kepe styll the spirite, nor to haue any power in the tyme of death, nor that can make an ende of the battayle, neither may vngodlynesse deliuer them that meddle withall

² And he called hym, and sayde vnto hym: Howe is it, that I heare this of thee? Geue accomptes of thy stewardeshyppe, for thou mayest be no longer stewarde

²⁵ But Abraham sayde: Sonne, remember that thou in thy lyfe tyme, receauedst thy pleasure, and lykewyse Lazarus paynes: But nowe is he comforted, and thou art tormented