Exodus 15:17 Cross References - Coverdale

¹⁷ Brynge them in, and plante them vpon the mountayne of thy enheritaunce, vnto ye place that thou hast made for thyne owne dwellynge: euen to yi teple (O LORDE) which thy handes haue prepared.

² How thou hast dryue out the Heithen wt thy honde, & plated the in: how thou hast destroyed the nacions & cast the out.

⁵⁴ He brought them out safely, that they shulde not feare, and ouerwhelmed their enemies with the see. ⁵⁵ He caried them vnto the borders of his Sanctuary: euen in to this hill, which he purchased with his right hande.

⁶⁸ He refused the tabernacle of Ioseph, and chose not the trybe of Ephraim. ⁶⁹ Neuerthelesse, he chose ye trybe of Iuda, eue the hill of Sion which he loued.

⁸ Thou hast brought a vynyarde out of Egipte, thou didest cast out ye Heithe, & plate it.

¹³ Yf thy children wil kepe my couenaunt, & my testimony yt I shal lerne the, their childre also shal syt vpo thy seate for euermore. ¹⁴ For the LORDE hath chosen Sio, to be an habitacio for him self hath he chosen her.

¹ Now well than, I will synge my beloued frende a songe of his vynyearde. My beloued frende hath a vyneyearde in a very frutefull plenteous grounde. ² This he hedged, this he walled rounde aboute, and planted it with goodly grapes. In the myddest of it buylded he a towre, and made a wyne presse therin And afterwarde when he loked yt it shulde bringe him grapes, it brought forth thornes. ³ I shewe you now my cause (o ye Citysens of Ierusalem and whole Iuda:) Iudge I praye you betwixte me: and my wynegardinge. ⁴ What more coude haue bene done for it, that I haue not done? Wherfore then hath it geuen thornes, where I loked to haue had grapes of it?

²¹ where as I planted the out of noble grapes and good rotes. How art thou turned then into a bytter, vnfrutefull, and straunge grape?

²³ For thus saieth the LORDE of hoostes the God of Israel: It will come therto, that when I haue brought Iuda out of captiuyte, these wordes shalbe herde in ye londe and in his cities: The LORDE, which is the fayre brydegrome of rightuousnesse, make the frutefull, o thou holy hill:

⁴¹ Yee I will haue a lust and pleasure to do them good, and faithfully to plante them in this londe, with my whole herte, and with all my soule.