Proverbs 13:12 Cross References - Coverdale

¹² Longe tarienge for a thinge that is dyfferred, greueth ye herte: but when the desyre commeth, it is a tre of life.

⁶ And Sara sayde: God hath prepared a ioye for me, for who so euer heareth of it, wyll reioyse with me. ⁷ She sayde morouer: Who wolde haue saide vnto Abraham, that Sara shulde geue children sucke, and beare him a sonne in his olde age?

³⁰ Then sayde Israel vnto Ioseph: Now am I content to dye, for so moch as I haue sene thy face, that thou art yet alyue.

²⁶ And she sayde: O my lorde, as truly as thy soule lyueth my lorde, I am the woman that stode here by ye, and made intercession vnto the LORDE, ²⁷ whan I prayed for this childe. Now hath ye LORDE graunted me my peticion, which I desyred of him, ²⁸ therfore haue I geuen him ouer vnto the LORDE, as longe as he is lent vnto the LORDE. And they worshipped ye LORDE there.

¹⁵ They haue children at their desyre, and leaue the reste of their substauce for their babes. But as for me, I will beholde thy presence in rightuousnes: and when thy glory appeareth, I shal be satisfied.

² He brought me out of the horrible pitte, out of the myre and claye: he set my fete vpo the rocke, and ordred my goinges. ³ He hath put a new songe in my mouth, euen a thankesgeuynge vnto oure God. Many men seynge this, shal feare the LORDE, & put their trust in him.

¹ Like as the hert desyreth the water brokes, so longeth my soule after the, o God. My soule is a thurste for God, yee eue for the lyuynge God: wha shal I come, & beholde the face of God? ² My teares are my meate daye and night, whyle it is daylie sayde vnto me: where is now thy God? ³ Now when I thinke there vpo, I poure out my hert by my self: for I wolde fayne go hence with the multitude, & passe ouer with them vnto the house of God, in ye voyce of prayse & thankesgeuynge, amonge soch as kepe holy daye.

³ I am weery of crienge, my throte is drye, my sight fayleth me, for waytinge so longe vpon my God.

⁸¹ My soule longeth for thy sauynge health, for my trust is in thy worde. ⁸² Myne eyes loge sore for thy worde, sayege: Oh when wilt thou coforte me? ⁸³ For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.

⁷ Sela. Heare me (o LORDE) and that soone, for my sprete waxeth faynte: hyde not yi face fro me, lest I be like vnto the that go downe in to the graue.

¹⁸ She is a tre of life to them that laye holde vpon her, and blessed are they that kepe her fast.

³⁰ The frute of the rightuous is as the tre of life, a wyse man also wynneth mens soules.

¹⁹ When a desyre is brought to passe, it delyteth the soule: but fooles abhorre him that eschueth euell.

⁸ I charge you therfore (o ye doughters of Ierusalem) yf ye fynde my beloued, that ye tell him, how that I am sick for loue.

²⁹ LORDE, now lettest thou thy seruaut departe in peace, acordinge to thy promesse. ³⁰ For myne eyes haue sene thy Sauioure,

²² And now haue ye sorowe also: but I wil se you agayne, and youre hert shal reioyse, and youre ioye shal noman take from you.

² in the myddes of the strete of it, and of ether syde of the ryuer was there wod of life: which bare twolue maner of frutes: and gaue frute euery moneth: and the leaues of the wodd serued to heale the people withall.