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20 wysdome crieth without, & putteth forth hir voyce in the stretes. 21 She calleth before ye congregacion in ye open gates, and sheweth hir wordes thorow ye cite, sayenge: 22 O ye childre, how loge wil ye loue childyshnesse? how longe wil ye scorners delyte in scornynge, & ye vnwyse be enemies vnto knowlege? 23 O turne you vnto my correccion: lo, I wil expresse my mynde vnto you, and make you vnderstode my wordes. Proverbs 1:20-23, Coverdale Bible of 1535. Public domain.
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