Proverbs 8:1-9 ▼

1 Doth not wysdome crie? doth not vnderstondinge put forth hir voyce?

2 Stondeth she not in the hye places in the stretes & wayes?

3 doth she not crie before the whole cite, & in the gates where men go out & in?

4 It is you, o ye men (sayeth she) whom I call. Unto you (o ye childre of me) lift I vp my voyce.

5 Take hede vnto knowlege o ye ignoraut, be wyse in herte o ye fooles.

6 Geue eare, for I wil speake of greate matters, & open my lippes to tell thinges that be right.

7 For my throte shal be talkynge of ye trueth, & my lippes abhorre vngodlynesse.

8 All the wordes of my mouth are rightuous, there is no frowardnesse ner falsede therin.

9 They are all playne to soch as wil vnderstode, & right to the that fynde knowlege.