TSK · Luke 11:40

The Lorde God also dyd shape man, euen dust fro of the grounde, & breathed into his nosethrylles the breath of lyfe, and man was a lyuyng soule.

To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. The foole hath sayde in his heart there is no God: they haue corrupted them selues and done an abhominable worke, there is not one that doth good.

I sayd vnto fooles deale not so madly: & to the vngodly set not vp your horne.

O ye children, howe long wyll ye loue childishnesse? howe long wyll the scorners delite in scornyng, and the vnwise hate knowledge?

Heare this thou foolishe and vndiscreete people, ye haue eyes but ye see not, eares haue ye but ye heare not.

Ye fooles and blynde. For whether is greater, the golde, or the temple that sanctifieth the golde?

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?

Thou foole, that which thou sowest, is not quickened except it dye.