Job 20:17 Cross References - Wycliffe

¹⁷ Se he not the stremys of the flood of the stronde, of hony, and of botere.

²³ schulen not se the lond for which Y swore to her fadris, nethir ony of hem that bacbitide me, schal se it.

¹³ The Lord ordeynede hym on an hiy lond, that he schulde ete the fruytis of feeldis, that he schulde souke hony of a stoon, and oile of the hardeste roche; ¹⁴ botere of the droue, and mylke of scheep, with the fatnesse of lambren and of rammes, of the sones of Basan; and that he schulde ete kydis with the merowe of wheete, and schulde drynke the cleereste blood of grape.

²⁹ and botere, and scheep, and fatte calues. And thei yauen to Dauid, and to the puple that weren with hym, to ete; for thei supposiden the puple to be maad feynt for hungur and thirst in deseert.

² And oon of the duykis, on whos hond the kyng lenyde, answeride to the man of God, and seide, Thouy `also the Lord make the goteris of heuene to be openyd, whether that, that thou spekist, mai be? Which Elisee seide, Thou schalt se with thin iyen, and thou schalt not ete therof.

⁶ whanne Y waischide my feet in botere, and the stoon schedde out to me the stremes of oile;

⁸ Ceese thou of ire, and forsake woodnesse; nyle thou sue, that thou do wickidli. ⁹ For thei, that doen wickidli, schulen be distried; but thei that suffren the Lord, schulen enerite the lond.

¹⁵ He schal ete botere and hony, that he kunne repreue yuel, and cheese good.

²² and for the plentee of mylk he schal ete botere; for whi ech man that schal be left in the myddis of the lond, schal ete boter and hony.

¹⁷ Nedi men and pore seken watris, and tho ben not; the tunge of hem driede for thirst. Y the Lord schal here hem, I God of Israel schal not forsake hem.

⁶ For he schal be as bromes in desert, and he schal not se, whanne good schal come; but he schal dwelle in drynesse in desert, in the lond of saltnesse, and vnabitable. ⁷ Blessid is the man that tristith in the Lord, and the Lord schal be his trist. ⁸ And he schal be as a tre, which is plauntid ouer watris, which sendith hise rootis to moisture; and it schal not drede, whanne heete schal come; and the leef therof schal be greene, and it schal not be moued in the tyme of drynesse, nether ony tyme it schal faile to make fruyte.

²⁴ And he criede, and seide, Fadir Abraham, haue merci on me, and sende Lazarus, that he dippe the ende of his fyngur in watir, to kele my tunge; for Y am turmentid in this flawme.

¹ And he schewide to me a flood of quic watir, schinynge as cristal, comynge forth of the seete of God, and of the lomb,