Proverbs 8

1Whether wisdom crieth not ofte; and prudence yyueth his vois? 2In souereyneste and hiy coppis, aboue the weie, in the myddis of pathis, 3and it stondith bisidis the yate of the citee, in thilke closyngis, and spekith, and seith, A! 4ye men, Y crie ofte to you; and my vois is to the sones of men. 5Litle children, vndirstonde ye wisdom; and ye vnwise men, `perseyue wisdom. 6Here ye, for Y schal speke of grete thingis; and my lippis schulen be openyd, to preche riytful thingis. 7My throte schal bithenke treuthe; and my lippis schulen curse a wickid man. 8My wordis ben iust; no schrewid thing, nether weiward is in tho. 9`My wordis ben riytful to hem that vndurstonden; and ben euene to hem that fynden kunnyng. 10Take ye my chastisyng, and not money; chese ye teching more than tresour. 11For wisdom is betere than alle richessis moost preciouse; and al desirable thing mai not be comparisound therto. 12Y, wisdom, dwelle in counsel; and Y am among lernyd thouytis. 13The drede of the Lord hatith yuel; Y curse boost, and pride, and a schrewid weie, and a double tungid mouth. 14Counseil is myn, and equyte `is myn; prudence is myn, and strengthe `is myn. 15Kyngis regnen bi me; and the makeris of lawis demen iust thingis bi me. 16Princis comaunden bi me; and myyti men demen riytfulnesse bi me. 17I loue hem that louen me; and thei that waken eerli to me, schulen fynde me. 18With me ben rychessis, and glorie; souereyn richessis, and riytfulnesse. 19My fruyt is betere than gold, and precyouse stoon; and my seedis ben betere than chosun siluer. 20Y go in the weies of riytfulnesse, in the myddis of pathis of doom; 21that Y make riche hem that louen me, and that Y fille her tresouris. 22The Lord weldide me in the bigynnyng of hise weies; bifore that he made ony thing, at the bigynnyng. 23Fro with out bigynnyng Y was ordeined; and fro elde tymes, bifor that the erthe was maad. 24Depthis of watris weren not yit; and Y was conseyued thanne. The wellis of watris hadden not brokun out yit, 25and hillis stoden not togidere yit bi sad heuynesse; bifor litil hillis Y was born. 26Yit he hadde not maad erthe; and floodis, and the herris of the world. 27Whanne he made redi heuenes, Y was present; whanne he cumpasside the depthis of watris bi certeyn lawe and cumpas. 28Whanne he made stidfast the eir aboue; and weiede the wellis of watris. 29Whanne he cumpasside to the see his marke; and settide lawe to watris, that tho schulden not passe her coostis. Whanne he peiside the foundementis of erthe; 30Y was making alle thingis with him. And Y delitide bi alle daies, and pleiede bifore hym in al tyme, 31and Y pleiede in the world; and my delices ben to be with the sones of men. 32Now therfor, sones, here ye me; blessid ben thei that kepen my weies. 33Here ye teching, and be ye wise men; and nile ye caste it awei. 34Blessid is the man that herith me, and that wakith at my yatis al dai; and kepith at the postis of my dore. 35He that fyndith me, schal fynde lijf; and schal drawe helthe of the Lord. 36But he that synneth ayens me, schal hurte his soule; alle that haten me, louen deeth.
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