Luke 12:1-20 ▼

1 In ye meane tyme, whe ther were gathered together an innumerable multitude of people insomuch that they trode one another, he began to saye vnto his disciples. First of all, beware of the leuen of the pharisees, which is hypocrisie.

2 For there is nothyng couered, that shall not be vncouered, neither hyd, that shall not be knowen.

3 Therfore, whatsoeuer you haue spoken in darkenesse, shalbe hearde in the light: and that which ye haue spoken in the eare, euen in secrete places, shalbe preached on the toppe of the houses.

4 And I say vnto you my friendes, be not afrayde of them that kyll the body, and after that, haue no more that they can do.

5 But I wyll forewarne you who you shall feare: Feare hym, which after he hath killed, hath power to cast into hell, yea I say vnto you, feare hym.

6 Are not fyue sparrowes bought for two farthynges? and not one of them is forgotten before God.

7 Also, eue the very heeres of your head are all numbred. Feare not therfore, ye are more of value the many sparrowes.

8 Also I say vnto you, whosoeuer confesseth me before men, hym shall the sonne of man knowledge also, before the angels of God.

9 But he that denyeth me before men, shalbe denyed before the angels of God.

10 And whosoeuer speaketh a worde agaynst the sonne of man, it shalbe forgeuen hym: But vnto hym that blasphemeth the holy ghost, it shall not be forgeuen.

11 And when they bryng you vnto the synagogues, and vnto the rulers and officers, take ye no thought, how or what thyng ye shall aunswere, or what ye shall speake.

12 For the holy ghost shall teache you in the same houre what ye ought to say.

13 One of the companie sayde vnto hym: Maister, speake to my brother, that he deuide the inheritauce with me.

14 And he sayde vnto hym: Man, who made me a iudge or a deuider ouer you?

15 And he sayde vnto them, Take heede & beware of couetousnes: For no mans lyfe standeth in the aboundaunce of the thynges which he possesseth.

16 And he put foorth a similitude vnto the, saying: The grounde of a certaine ryche man brought foorth plentifull fruites.

17 And he thought within him selfe, saying, What shall I do, because I haue no rowme where to bestow my fruites?

18 And he sayde, this wyll I do, I wyll destroy my barnes, and buylde greater, and therin wyll I gather all my fruites and my goodes.

19 And I wyll saye to my soule: Soule, thou hast much goods layed vp in store for many yeres, take thyne ease, eate, drynke, and be mery.

20 But God sayde vnto hym: Thou foole, this nyght wyll they fetch awaye thy soule againe fro thee: Then whose shall those thynges be, which thou hast prouided?