Job 22:29 Cross References - Great

²⁹ For who so humbleth hym selfe, him shall be set vp: and who so loketh mekely, shalbe healed.

¹⁹ He shall delyuer the in syxe troubles, and in the seuenth there shall no euell come to the. ²⁰ In honger he shall saue the from death: and when it is warre, from the power of the swearde. ²¹ Thou shalt be kept from the euell tonge, and when trouble commeth, thou shalt not nede to feare. ²² In destruccion and derth thou shalt be mery, and shalt not be afrayed of beastes of the earth. ²³ For the stones of the lande shalbe confederate with the, & the beastes of the felde shall geue the peace. ²⁴ And thou shalt knowe that thy dwellyng place shalbe in rest: and thou shalt go and beholde thy habytacyon, and shalt not synne. ²⁵ Thou shalt se also, that thy sede shall encreace, and that thy posteryte shalbe as the grasse vpon the earth. ²⁶ Thou shalt come also to thy graue in a fayre age, lyke as when they take vp a corne shefe in due season. ²⁷ Lo, thys we oure selues haue proued by experience, and euen thus it is. Herken thou to it also, that thou mayest take hede to thy selfe.

² I wyll be glad, and reioyse in the, yee my songes will I make of thy name, O thou moost hyest. ³ Whyle myne enemyes are dryuen backe, they shall fall, & perysh at thy presence.

¹⁴ Because he hath set hys loue vpon me, therfore shall I delyuer him: I shall set him vp, because he hath knowne my name. ¹⁵ He shall call vpon me, & I wyll heare hym: yee I am with hym in trouble, I will deliuer hym, and brynge hym to honoure. ¹⁶ With longe lyfe wyll I satisfye hym, and shewe hym my saluacion.

⁹ For lo, thyne enemies, O Lord, lo, thyne ennemies shall perishe, and all the workers of wickednes shalbe destroyed. ¹⁰ But my horne shalbe exalted like the horne of an Unicorne, for I am anoynted with fresh oyle. ¹¹ Myne eye also shall se hys lust of myne enemyes,

⁶ For though the Lorde be hye, yet hath he respecte vnto the lowly: as for the proude, he beholdeth him a farre of.

²³ After pryde commeth a fall, but a lowely sprete bringeth greate worshyp.

¹⁵ For thus sayeth the hye & excellent, euen he that dwelleth in euerlastyngnesse, whose name is the holy one: I dwell hye aboue and in the sanctuary, and wyth hym also, that is of a contrite and humble sprete do I dwell: that I maye heale a troubled mynde, and a contrite herte.

² As for these thynges, my hande hath made them all, & they are all created, sayeth the Lorde. Whych of them shall I then regarde? Euen him that is pore and of a lowly troubled sprete, & standeth in awe of my wordes.

²⁶ Thus sayeth the Lorde God: take awaye the garland, & put of the crowne, and so is it awaye: the humble is exalted, and the proude brought lowe. ²⁷ Punyshe, punyshe, yee, punyshe them will I, & destroye them: and that shall not be fulfylled vntyll he come, to whom the iudgement belongeth, & to whom I haue geuen it.

¹² But whosoeuer exalteth him selfe? shalbe brought lowe. And he that humbleth him selfe, shalbe exalted.

⁵² He hath putte downe the myghty from theyr seates, and exalted them of lowe degre.

¹¹ For whosoeuer exalteth him self, shalbe brought lowe. And he that humbleth hym selfe, shalbe exalted.

⁹ And he tolde this parable, vnto certayne which trusted in them selues that they were perfecte, and despysed other ¹⁰ Two men went vp into the temple to praye: the one a Pharise, and the other a publican. ¹¹ The Pharyse stode and prayed thus with hym selfe: God, I thancke the, that I am not as other men are, extorsioners, vniuste, aduoutrers, or as this publycan. ¹² I fast twyse in the weke. I geuetythe of all that I possesse. ¹³ And the publican stondyng a farre of, wolde not lyfte vp his eyes to heauen, but smote vpon hys brest, saying: God be mercyfull to me a synner: ¹⁴ I tell you: thys man departed home to hys house iustyfyed, more then the other. For euery one that exalteth him self, shalbe brought lowe: And he that humbleth him selfe, shalbe exalted.

⁶ but geueth more grace.

⁵ Lykewyse ye yonger, submyt your selues vnto the elder: Submit youre selues euery man, one to another, knyt youre selues together in lowlynes of mynde. For God resisteth the proude, and geueth grace to the humbl