1 Kings 4:32 Cross References - Coverdale

³² And he spake thre thousande prouerbes, & his songes were a thousande & fyue.

¹ These are the prouerbes of Salomon the sonne of Dauid kynge of Israel: ² to lerne wy?dome nurtoure, vnderstondinge, prudence, ³ rightuousnesse, iudgment and equite. ⁴ That the very babes might haue wyt, and that yonge men might haue knowlege and vnderstondinge. ⁵ By hearinge, the wyse ma shal come by more wysdome: and by experience, ⁶ he shal be more apte to vnderstonde a parable, and the interpretacion therof: the wordes of the wyse, and the darcke speaches of the same. ⁷ The feare of the LORDE is the begynnynge of wysdome. But fooles despyse wysdome and nurtoure. ⁸ My sonne, heare thy fathers doctryne, and forsake not the lawe of yi mother: ⁹ for that shal brynge grace vnto thy heade, & shalbe a cheyne aboute thy necke. ¹⁰ My sonne, cosente not vnto synners, ¹¹ yf they entyse the, and saye: come wyth us, let us laye wayte for bloude, & lurke preuely for the innocet wythout a cause: ¹² let us swalowe the vp like ye hell, let us deuoure the quycke and whole, as those that go downe in to the pytt. ¹³ So shal we fynde all maner of costly riches, and fyll oure houses wyth spoyles. ¹⁴ Cast in thy lott amonge us, we shal haue all one purse. ¹⁵ My sonne, walke not thou wt them, refrayne yi fote fro their wayes. ¹⁶ For their fete rune to euell, & are haistie to shed bloude. ¹⁷ But in vayne is ye net layed forth before the byrdes eyes. ¹⁸ Yee they the selues laye wayte one for anothers bloude, and one of the wolde slaye another. ¹⁹ These are the wayes of all soch as be couetous, that one wolde rauysh anothers life. ²⁰ Wy?dome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes. ²¹ She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge: ²² O ye childre, how loge wil ye loue childyshnesse? how longe wil ye scorners delyte in scornynge, & ye vnwyse be enemies vnto knowlege? ²³ O turne you vnto my correccion: lo, I wil expresse my mynde vnto you, and make you vnderstode my wordes. ²⁴ Seinge then that I haue called, and ye refused it: I haue stretched out my honde, and no ma regarded it, ²⁵ but all my coucels haue ye despysed, and set my correccios at naught. ²⁶ Therfore shal I also laugh in yor destruccion, and mocke you, when ye thinge that ye feare cometh vpon you: ²⁷ euen whe ye thinge that ye be afrayed of, falleth in sodenly like a storme, and yor misery like a tempest: yee wha trouble and heuynesse cometh vpon you. ²⁸ Then shal they call vpo me, but I wil not heare: they shal seke me early, but they shal not fynde me: ²⁹ And yt because they hated knowlege, and receaued not ye feare of ye LORDE, ³⁰ but abhorred my councell, and despysed my correccion. ³¹ Therfore shal they eate ye frutes of their owne waye, and be fylled wt their owne councels:

⁹ The same preacher was not wyse alone, but taught the people knowlege also: he gaue good hede, sought out the groude and set forth many parables.

¹ Salomons Balettes, called Cantica Canticorum. ² O that thy mouth wolde geue me a kysse, for yi brestes are more pleasaunt then wyne, ³ & that because of the good and pleasaunt sauoure. Thy name is a swete smellynge oyntment, therfore do the maydens loue the: ⁴ yee that same moueth me also to renne after the. The kynge hath brought me into his preuy chambre. We wil be glad & reioyce in the, we thynke more of thy brestes then of wyne: well is them that loue the. ⁵ I am black (o ye doughters of Ierusale) like as the tentes of the Cedarenes, and as the hanginges of Salomon: ⁶ but yet am I faire & welfauoured withal. Maruell not at me yt I am so black, & why? ye Sonne hath shyned vpo me. For whan my mothers childre had euell wil at me, they made me ye keper of the vynyarde. Thus was I fayne to kepe a vynyarde, which was not myne owne. ⁷ Tell me (o thou whom my soule loueth) where thou fedest, where thou restest at the noone daye: lest I go wronge, and come vnto the flockes of thy companyons, ⁸ Yf thou knowe not yi self (o thou fayrest amoge women) tha go yi waye forth after ye fotesteppes of the shepe, as though thou woldest fede yi goates besyde ye shepherdes tentes. ⁹ There wil I tary for the (my loue) wt myne hoost & with my charettes, which shalbe no fewer then Pharaos. ¹⁰ Then shal thy chekes & thy neck be made fayre, & hanged wt spages & goodly iewels: ¹¹ a neck bande of golde wil we make ye wt syluer bottons. ¹² When the kynge sytteth at the table, he shal smell my Nardus: ¹³ for a bodell of Myrre (o my beloued) lyeth betwixte my brestes. ¹⁴ A cluster of grapes of Cypers, or of the vynyardes of Engaddi, art thou vnto me, O my beloued. ¹⁵ O how fayre art thou (my loue) how fayre art thou? thou hast doues eyes. ¹⁶ O how fayre art thou (my beloued) how well fauored art thou? Oure bed is decte with floures, ¹⁷ ye sylinges of oure house are of Cedre tre, & oure balkes of Cypresse.

³⁵ yt the thinge might be fulfilled, which was spoke by ye prophet, sayenge: I wil open my mouth in parables, and wil speake out the secretes from the begynnynge of the worlde.